Cedar Rapids Story
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Withers
Your name is?
Willie Withers
Written by um
I live in Cedar Rapids
But can't see the rapids
Attract hos like magnets
Adapt foes to caskets
And I soak in madness
As I'm dope in sadness
I guess a little tragic
My verse bleeding magic
Abra-cada-bra
Slide through these streets with snow on my car
Sometimes I think how'd I get this far
Used to the heat now I'm froze in Park (damn)
Sliding down the hill, hunger for a meal
Need to find this barber so I can hunker down and chill
My sis said she found one on IG with a deal
I think I see something
Through the screen door
I think I need to see more
I squint, then run then lean forward
I blink, she's gone in the snowstorm
I think this thought: move on
Turn around you don't know this part of town
But as I frown, I hear this click of a sound
Someone's got clips and a couple rounds
A double barrel fixed I'm out of bounds
Do I run or should I just hit the ground?
"What you on?" He asks, my pulse pounds
"A haircut." he looks me up and down
"Is he here to kill or here to clown?"
Abra-cada-bra
Magic how I made it
He had a shot but God ain't let him take it
Sit in my car and wonder why I ain't shaking
But my heart pumps though (pumps though)
Gun smoke coulda left me on road (on road)
Much snow so I shift to on go
I'm at the gas station that's by the brownstone
Trying to find home
Tap, tap on my window
I look out on some "back back, we ain't kinfolk"
Jesus Pieces clanging on his green coat
Wants to speak so I roll down and let the wind flow
"Home Invasions, Open Cases
You in that part of town and you overstaying
I peeped you at that house now you testing patience
I hope you driving out cause the devil's waiting
I ain't playing: drive back right to the North East
Where people like you can enjoy peace
And you never hear shots nor the police
Lily white life for you and the elite
While crime spikes, and kids don't make 14
Lived my life in the Chi now the South East
Cause I tried to walk out on the gang beast
All my Ops is ghosts; they surround me
Haunt you close if you don't jet from round me
Goofy ass nigga in your polo with your white tee
Goofy ass nigga coming dolo to a live scene
Goofy ass nigga we will follow, got your license
Withers
Your name is?
Willie Withers
Written by um
I live in Cedar Rapids
But can't see the rapids
Attract hos like magnets
Adapt foes to caskets
And I soak in madness
As I'm dope in sadness
I guess a little tragic
My verse bleeding magic
Abra-cada-bra
Slide through these streets with snow on my car
Sometimes I think how'd I get this far
Used to the heat now I'm froze in Park (damn)
Sliding down the hill, hunger for a meal
Need to find this barber so I can hunker down and chill
My sis said she found one on IG with a deal
I think I see something
Through the screen door
I think I need to see more
I squint, then run then lean forward
I blink, she's gone in the snowstorm
I think this thought: move on
Turn around you don't know this part of town
But as I frown, I hear this click of a sound
Someone's got clips and a couple rounds
A double barrel fixed I'm out of bounds
Do I run or should I just hit the ground?
"What you on?" He asks, my pulse pounds
"A haircut." he looks me up and down
"Is he here to kill or here to clown?"
Abra-cada-bra
Magic how I made it
He had a shot but God ain't let him take it
Sit in my car and wonder why I ain't shaking
But my heart pumps though (pumps though)
Gun smoke coulda left me on road (on road)
Much snow so I shift to on go
I'm at the gas station that's by the brownstone
Trying to find home
Tap, tap on my window
I look out on some "back back, we ain't kinfolk"
Jesus Pieces clanging on his green coat
Wants to speak so I roll down and let the wind flow
"Home Invasions, Open Cases
You in that part of town and you overstaying
I peeped you at that house now you testing patience
I hope you driving out cause the devil's waiting
I ain't playing: drive back right to the North East
Where people like you can enjoy peace
And you never hear shots nor the police
Lily white life for you and the elite
While crime spikes, and kids don't make 14
Lived my life in the Chi now the South East
Cause I tried to walk out on the gang beast
All my Ops is ghosts; they surround me
Haunt you close if you don't jet from round me
Goofy ass nigga in your polo with your white tee
Goofy ass nigga coming dolo to a live scene
Goofy ass nigga we will follow, got your license
Credits
Writer(s): Oluwole Amosu, Willie Withers
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