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Tee Grizzley

City Of God

 

City Of God

(album: Tee's Coney Island - 2023)


[Intro:]
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, bending ya back

[Chris Brown:]
Remember living lights out
I got no money
I remember being fucked up
Nights I go hungry
Since I ain't had nothing 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 nothing, no
It's a jungle, I feel nothing
Only God know me
It go down in the city of God
So me all don't understand

[Tee Grizzley:]
Oh, yeah, 'member living like shit
I was getting niggas spent, now I'm rich
Still, I get a nigga spent
Riding with the bag, paranoid, driving all this shit
'Fore I ever made a song, it was powder getting mixed
I was walking to the Coney, me and lil' brodie
Can't let you get up on me, you know I got that bitch on me
I was broke, so they hold me
Now they acting like they know me
How many niggas you know turnt they handcuffs to Rollies?
I done slept on air mattress and slept on pallets
That shit wasn't by choice, I had to 'cause we ain't have it
Couldn't do nothing for granny, that just turn me to a savage
I don't wake up and be rich, lil' nigga, you gotta stack it
I was looking for the bag, boy, I wasn't rapping
You survive in my hood, boy, that wouldn't happen
I can't do no crime with no rapper niggas ratting
Bet your brains on the shirt look like Jell-O on a napkin

[Chris Brown:]
Remember living lights out
I got no money
I remember being fucked up
Nights I go hungry
Since I ain't had nothing 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 nothing, no
It's a jungle, I feel nothing
Only God know me
It go down in the city of God
So me all don't understand

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