Fame - The City Freestyle lyrics

rate me

feat. Crush Poe

Let’s go West side

Been a minute since I popped the bottle with an echo

Getting rooftop high

With my niggas on deck and some bitches on lock

Shout my nigga G Magic still got black world ties

And I missed the lies

Women will tell that sound true

Ending all our encounters and hopes for round two

Said she respect my ambition ‘cause I be cash chasing

And I think I only respect her because her ass shaking

That’s how you gotta think when all they do is watch your bank

You ain’t had no money, bet them same bitches be acting stank

Quick to turn their face if your house don’t sit on a lake

And these hoes tryina get their say, say their tough niggas in capes

Double loss on the grill when I was parking up

18 years old, whipping that Phantom like a Ultima

First introductions to that Cali weed I was coughing up

But by the week of it I was the main nigga sparking up

Shots in the past, New York nigga still coping

Brooklyn niggas walking through Cali with eyes open

Got Henney in my cup and I’m tryina remain focused

Ain’t tryina be a victim when that flocka flame get to smoking

‘Cause I got something to prove with all this music shit

Show that I’m better than any nigga that’s doing it

EP said damn, boy, you paint such vivid images

Then Chase said I’ll be a millionaire by 22 with this

So I’m in a booth and my thoughts go

Quick to set a nigga on fire like he charcoal

Never cared your waters run deep, nigga

We part those, I’m Moses when I flow

We walk the streets with G’s and capos

Watch your stepping all this pot holes

Shout out Chris and Mack, too

I’m in offices tryina look corporate with these tattoos

R ‘n B nigga, they get shot gonna say I rap, too

And it’s a leech, I make in Paris with me and that dude

But real shit, see, that’s fool

Eat it while I’m chiefing, late night creeping

Catching honeys on these beaches

I think they like gold and some … about a week

And my session from 12 to 4 so I did it while they was sleeping

I knew the weather change, and we call it harvest season

Rain upon your building till the fucking ceiling leaking

And they were shooting on me, man let’s make the odds even

Though the evidence is misleading, still killing ‘em for no reason

Fame, bitch

Heart of a lion, they lying, we fire and they dying

First is about time now it’s about shining

Watch these niggas plotting, nothing sweet in the rotting

Poor nigga fought the folly, yeah, my city calling

What you know about the pain in my life?

My power, my nights, my bank, your price

My lows and your highs and my hoe is your wife

All that means I’m nothing nice