City Life

There must be more to this city life. They make it hard for you to get it Right. You gotta keep your eyes very wide when They're all just selling lies. There must be more to this city life. All I see is wolves in disguise. All of their laws should be criticized. Tryna keep us more Put your feet to the Pavement, you'll be amazed, feel the streets hiccup. Find niggas hood side conversating 'bout the Stick-up. That nigga pulled a hooter, they Identified a shooter. But they no tell police being hood is way Cooler. Like the breeze in your wind sail, weigh It up on the fish scale. Let it rain on the strippers, you sipping on White Zip and Dale. And you living well, that's how it look. I'm a hustler, baby, I didn't read, I wrote The book. Competition all shook up, making the Dollars downpour. Swear they getting money, But looking up from the ground floor. And I'm down for it, money is my set. I done made a lot of money, but I Ain't made enough yet. And I never will forget it, my nigga, I Don't sweat it. Ride clean, live dirty, Range, Brough, and Corvette it. And I still don't get it as I blaze Another session. My mind still goes back to the Question, and it sound like... There must be more to this city life. They make it hard for you to get it Right. You gotta keep your eyes very wide when They're all just selling lies. There must more to this city life. All I see is wolves in disguise. All of their laws should be criticized. Tryna keep us more hypnotized. And here you sit, ass is shaking, we in The strip club. And she here contemplating how she Can come up. Maybe she can set it up, late night rendezvous. Money on her mind and all the signs point To you. What you gon' do? You gon' let that money spill. You gon' lick off, trick off, and you ain't Tryna cut a deal. You gon' do it how You feel, got a waist full of steel. Tell the waitress bring another round and I'll pay The bill, right? Feeling like a friend might wanna Go. So you grab the waitress booty, tell her Bring you one mo'. And it turns into a Scene from when ballers go willy. Technically, he ain't got it, but he feel he Spent a milli. And you must be silly if You thinking it's gon' quit. We all living to die, I was born to Do this shit. And I still don't get it As I blaze another session. Free my mind, but it still remains the question. And it sounds like... There must be more to This city life. They make it hard for you To get right. You gotta keep your eyes very wide when they're All just selling lies. There must be more to this city life. All I see is wolves in disguise. All of their laws should be criticized. Tryna keep us more hypnotized. Stiff out here, man's on it, of course. There's spiff in the air, man's on it from Your door. Man's are switching off the scales, There's chalk on the floor. Brehs are killing brehs for the price of a Score. Feds getting real, seems like they wanna draw More. Not talking at all, man's are sporting an Ore. If you're all for the talk, man's all Talk of a four. Look, this world's blatantly small. Can't bite the feds, lose a part of your Head. Man's so far off her rest, no Marley, It's dread. That's the heart of a bredda, heart Shape where it bled. Sick of the stares, Man hit the steps, there's piss on the stairs. Man says back in the set actually sticks to The chairs. And the feds is aware, it's like A cyclical sphere. At war with the law, If you're stiffing out here. Man can't ball for the law, man, it's raw. There must be more to this city life. They make it hard for you to get it Right. You gotta keep your eyes very wide when They're all just selling lies