City of God (feat. Chris Brown)
Lost in the bag, I can dance for you
Open your back and dance for me
There ain't no thing I can do for you
Bad gyal, bad gyal
Open your back and dance for me
You want my move, I can dance for you
Jump up again, bendin' ya back
Yo, turn up, yo, turn up
Remember livin' lights off, I got no money
I remember bein' fu- up, nights I go hungry
Since I ain't had nothin' to eat
Had to bleed the streets to feed the beast
And it can go down any minute
So you know the stick go to sleep with me
It go down in the city of God
Go and slide in, don't even feel nothin', no
It's a jungle, I feel nothin'
Only God know, man
It go down in the city of God
Some of y'all don't understand
Oh, yeah, 'member livin' like
I was gettin' spent, now I'm rich
Still I get a spent
Ridin' with the bag, paranoid, drivin' all this
'Fore I ever made a song, it was powder gettin' mixed
I was walkin' to the Coney, me and lil' brodie
Can't let you get up on me, you know I got that on me
I was broke, so they hold me
Now they actin' like they know me
How many you know turnt they handcuffs to Rollies?
I done slept on air mattress and slept on pallets
That wasn't by choice, I had to 'cause we ain't have it
Couldn't do nothin' for granny, that turn me to a savage
I don't wake up and be rich, lil', you gotta stack it
I was lookin' for the bag, boy, I wasn't rappin'
You survive in my hood, boy, that wouldn't happen
I can't do no crime with no rapper rattin'
Bet your brains on the shirt look like Jell-O on a napkin
Remember livin' lights off, I got no money
I remember bein' fu- up
Nights I go hungry
Since I ain't had nothin' to eat
Had to bleed the streets to feed the beast
And it can go down any minute
So you know the stick go to sleep with me
It go down in the city of God
Go and slide in, don't even feel nothin', no
It's a jungle, I feel nothin'
Only God know, man
It go down in the city of God
Some of y'all don't understand
Open your back and dance for me
There ain't no thing I can do for you
Bad gyal, bad gyal
Open your back and dance for me
You want my move, I can dance for you
Jump up again, bendin' ya back
Yo, turn up, yo, turn up
Remember livin' lights off, I got no money
I remember bein' fu- up, nights I go hungry
Since I ain't had nothin' to eat
Had to bleed the streets to feed the beast
And it can go down any minute
So you know the stick go to sleep with me
It go down in the city of God
Go and slide in, don't even feel nothin', no
It's a jungle, I feel nothin'
Only God know, man
It go down in the city of God
Some of y'all don't understand
Oh, yeah, 'member livin' like
I was gettin' spent, now I'm rich
Still I get a spent
Ridin' with the bag, paranoid, drivin' all this
'Fore I ever made a song, it was powder gettin' mixed
I was walkin' to the Coney, me and lil' brodie
Can't let you get up on me, you know I got that on me
I was broke, so they hold me
Now they actin' like they know me
How many you know turnt they handcuffs to Rollies?
I done slept on air mattress and slept on pallets
That wasn't by choice, I had to 'cause we ain't have it
Couldn't do nothin' for granny, that turn me to a savage
I don't wake up and be rich, lil', you gotta stack it
I was lookin' for the bag, boy, I wasn't rappin'
You survive in my hood, boy, that wouldn't happen
I can't do no crime with no rapper rattin'
Bet your brains on the shirt look like Jell-O on a napkin
Remember livin' lights off, I got no money
I remember bein' fu- up
Nights I go hungry
Since I ain't had nothin' to eat
Had to bleed the streets to feed the beast
And it can go down any minute
So you know the stick go to sleep with me
It go down in the city of God
Go and slide in, don't even feel nothin', no
It's a jungle, I feel nothin'
Only God know, man
It go down in the city of God
Some of y'all don't understand
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Leonardo Hidalgo
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