City Life

Yo, son, man. Man dem are glamorizing the ends, you get me? Like it's Somewhere to be, isn't it? Like it ain't somewhere we're trying to escape. These lot got it twisted. The inner city, tower blocks and alleyways. Broken homes, tonic wine and lemon haze. A bag of pain, bag of J's, tryna bag My mates. He bagged a mate, now his bags Are bagged by the gate. Bare aggression, frustrated by the way it is. No progression, so we're hating when we see him Win. No possessions make me wanna go and hit A lick, and bare oppression got me feeling like I ain't a king. We don't forgive nor forget, All the years of the stress, all the tears That I shed, all my peers that are dead. Too many trips to the pen. Talking 'bout my life through these bars when I Vent. Giving you a glimpse of what it's like In the ends, and showing you a pain I Try to hide from my friends. Where we smile at the stress. Yeah. Take it on the chin and keep it Moving like we're blessed. In a city life, anything it can go. More life pretty, it no sweet like mango. Mummy and me queen, catch me with a Rambo. From me was a youth, me, I try be The mando, oh, yo. When you're living in a city life, Everything no pretty, it no pretty like. No mountain view inna the city life. Man, you haffi strong up inna city li-ife. When you're living in a city life, Everything no pretty, it no pretty like. No mountain view inna the city life. Check. Woman haffi strong up inna city li-ife. Yo, city life, man we in the city life. In the city lights, see the city nights, it No pretty like. Your pretty girlfriend or your Pretty wife is getting sticky like the piff you Know I'm sitting like. My brother's selling what the Nitties like. This is life, is it right? Flipping white, me, I pree the different life. Half my friends fell in love with the ends. Mesmerized by them OGs whipping a Benz. I know this chick in the ends, loves to Sniff with her friends. Used to think she was Fine when she was pretty like Thames. Now I see her around with a man in The lobby. Looking so high, I should call 'em Whitney and Bobby. It's a cold world, got me Listening to this J. Cole. Born sinner, need a set of horns and A halo. Break bread when my brother showed me How to make dough. Yeah. Got it popping on the main road, When you're Living in a city life, anything it can go. More life pretty, it no sweet like mango. Mummy and me queen, catch me with a Rambo. From me was a youth, me, I try to Be the mando, oh, yo. When you're living in a city life, Everything no pretty, it no pretty like. No mountain view inna the city life. Man, you haffi strong up inna city li-ife. When you're living in a city life, Everything no pretty, no pretty like. No mountain view inna the city life. Woman haffi strong up inna city li-ife.