God City

Carolina where we at? Carolina. Aye. I'ma slide to the East. I'ma pull up on the West. Out in Charlotte. Aye. North side of my city. Carolina where we at. And they say this ain't the South. I don't argue with the maps. I'ma slide to the East. I'ma pull up on the West. Out in Charlotte all they looking for is money, God, and sex. God is love, God is love, God is love. But the love of money is The root of all evil, not money itself. I got plenty of drugs with a gun on The shelf. And I don't deal in nothing that's Bad for my health. I'm just living my life And preparing for death. And if I do the dirt then I do It in stealth. And the secret is kept and There ain't no one else. Ride around Crown Town When you on top. It's called downtown, can't call It up 'cause I'm up now. She wanna open Up, get shut down. Tryna trade love for a Bust down, bust down. I'm just blessed that my wifey would let me Roam. Gotta make it home, let her sleep alone. I can't judge anybody to each his own. I'm just in the zone writing all the wrongs. North side of my city. Carolina where we at. And they say this ain't the South. I don't argue with the maps. I'ma slide to the East. I'ma pull up on the West. Out in Charlotte all they looking for is money, God, and sex. North side of my city. Carolina where we at. And they say this ain't the South. I don't argue with the maps. I'ma slide to the East. I'ma pull up on the West. Out in Charlotte all they looking for is money, God, and sex. Seventh letter G-O, fourth letter D. God City. The genesis of destinations. My beautiful Black Charlotte, the Queen. Where the banks are king. And the flags fly green with crowns supreme. Too many churches to count. Four different worlds on every side of town. Rich, poor, middle, and underground. From the hidden valleys to the greater heights. From Beatties Ford to Nations Ford. The city glows with its own light. The skyline at nights in the nights. Chosen colors of illumination. At Tryon and Trade, the statues of our civilization. Future commerce, industry, and transportation. Where money is our legislation. God is our confirmation. And the heartbeat of our motives dances to Temptation. There I grew from the springs. On the outskirts of the village called the Rider. Where music is my recording dream. And poetry is my provider. Down Amarillo Drive. I fry pride in every tear I cried. Knowing this place lives on way past the day I die. Aye. Aye. North side of my city. Carolina where we at. And they say this ain't the South. I don't argue with the maps. I'ma slide to the East. I'ma pull up on the West. Out in Charlotte all they looking for is money, God, and sex. North side of my city. Carolina where we at. And they say this ain't the South. I argue with the maps. I'ma slide to the East. I'ma pull up on the West. Out in Charlotte all they looking for is money, God, and sex