City2City

A yo Gloomy you killing them with this shit man
A yo let's just keep on hitting these motherfuckers
Come on

I fucks with Gloomy
Cause the beats stay hot
Open up the folder
Taking all he got
Since I seen him wrecking shop
At the pizza spot
That's my man
Fuck around boy
You might get popped
And while you flopping on the floor
I'm a walk away
Got no time for all these fakers
Man I'm trying to get paid
Line my pockets all with paper
From the money I made
Try to stop my caper
Man you gonna get slayed
I was made for doing this
And I get paid for doing this
And this is twisting my position
Till I'm filthy fucking rich
And rolling in the dough
From my flow and mic control
Come in slow and on the low
And blow up each and every show
Pro with the mic handle
Used to be a vandal
Now I concentrate on rhymes to mine
You couldn't hold a candle
And if you think you can
Baby step on up
You'll get scuffed and roughed up enough
I'm calling your bluff

I write these rhymes
Under cover of night
Invoke them in a ritual
And do it just right
Cause I'm a
Sledgehammer
Slammer with the grammar
You fumbling and mumbling
I cram to understand you
I'm a keep on pushing kid
Lots of good the wishing did
I'm a put in work
And go berserk
For those who listening
Style keeps on glistening
Shining like a diamond
Rhyming while I'm finding
The reason that I'm so violent
Never keeping silent
I'm a move like this
Minimizing loss
As we go take more risk
These suckers getting tossed
In the black abyss
You think I'm fucking off
But the fact is this
I'm one of the hardest workers
On the scene right now
And all of my lines are murders
Going to see me how
Gloomy beats ridiculous
And half of y'all are missing this
Decisions in and real hip-hop
Is what the mission is



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Witt
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