CITY BOY
I walked into the club with my chains on
Rippin' through the line like I'm a chainsaw
I had a little baddie, and she tried to call me daddy
But I hit it once and dipped, couldn't stay long
I told her gotta go
I texted all my hoes
They all hit me back, like, woah
You're all mine, like, no
I'm a city boy, hell, born and raised
I charge a couple bands just to hit the stage
Presence and attire, hit the beat, I'm touchin' fire
I'm connected like a wire, I'ma turn around and flip the page
They hand me fake drip, and they serious
They talkin' four figures, are you hearin' this
I looked at bro, he was delirious
I'm furious, do you think I'm even curious
One period
One, two, three
Walked downtown, they yellin TT seventeen
Walkin' down the three
Santa Monica was poppin
Me and gang was always walkin
My appearance always shockin
They look at the hickey on the side of my neck
I got it in Hawaii, I won't ever forget
I stole a mans girl, made him cry and he wept
While I texted up the homie, and we runnin' the set
And then, I celebrated in a dorm room
I told her scoot over, I needed more room
She gave me all her baggage, had to sort through
I gave her all my time, it's like four oh two
I told the little hoe that I wouldn't pipe her
And then, she swiped the V card, like I'm Dora and she Swiper
She said that she nice, but I'm nicer
But, no strings attached, I never liked her
So, I walked on to the plane, and I felt like the man
With the Gucci on my chest, VVS on my hand
They Don't See My Vision, always reppin' the brand
Damn, I used to be a simp, now it's head on the sand
And then, I pushed her off, you better give me a minute
I was down last year, and now I'm constantly winnin
I used to be a boy, now I'm constantly sinnin
I'm constantly sinnin
I knew I had to go, but Hannah told me to stay
I'm sorry for the name drop, but, she called me today
She told me that she's tryna see me tomorrow
Her face full of sorrow, because I'm gone by tomorrow
It was hard, though
I'm never sayin' goodbye
Damn, I made a bunch of hoes cry
This the life of an artist, and I'm lovin' the life
I woke up with nothin', but it's comin' tonight, huh
Rippin' through the line like I'm a chainsaw
I had a little baddie, and she tried to call me daddy
But I hit it once and dipped, couldn't stay long
I told her gotta go
I texted all my hoes
They all hit me back, like, woah
You're all mine, like, no
I'm a city boy, hell, born and raised
I charge a couple bands just to hit the stage
Presence and attire, hit the beat, I'm touchin' fire
I'm connected like a wire, I'ma turn around and flip the page
They hand me fake drip, and they serious
They talkin' four figures, are you hearin' this
I looked at bro, he was delirious
I'm furious, do you think I'm even curious
One period
One, two, three
Walked downtown, they yellin TT seventeen
Walkin' down the three
Santa Monica was poppin
Me and gang was always walkin
My appearance always shockin
They look at the hickey on the side of my neck
I got it in Hawaii, I won't ever forget
I stole a mans girl, made him cry and he wept
While I texted up the homie, and we runnin' the set
And then, I celebrated in a dorm room
I told her scoot over, I needed more room
She gave me all her baggage, had to sort through
I gave her all my time, it's like four oh two
I told the little hoe that I wouldn't pipe her
And then, she swiped the V card, like I'm Dora and she Swiper
She said that she nice, but I'm nicer
But, no strings attached, I never liked her
So, I walked on to the plane, and I felt like the man
With the Gucci on my chest, VVS on my hand
They Don't See My Vision, always reppin' the brand
Damn, I used to be a simp, now it's head on the sand
And then, I pushed her off, you better give me a minute
I was down last year, and now I'm constantly winnin
I used to be a boy, now I'm constantly sinnin
I'm constantly sinnin
I knew I had to go, but Hannah told me to stay
I'm sorry for the name drop, but, she called me today
She told me that she's tryna see me tomorrow
Her face full of sorrow, because I'm gone by tomorrow
It was hard, though
I'm never sayin' goodbye
Damn, I made a bunch of hoes cry
This the life of an artist, and I'm lovin' the life
I woke up with nothin', but it's comin' tonight, huh
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Writer(s): Travis Thompson
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