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Just enough for the city, for Livin' Just enough. Ooh, livin' In the new Jack City. Yeah. Ooh, yeah. Look, I'm from Eastern Carolina where the boys die By the thousands. Where they reachin' for the iron, Not to get wrinkles out trousers. Swear to God, them boys be wildin', kickin' doors When they be robbin'. All black like Batman, No Marcus Houston. They immature, but got the balls To do it. No Harvard students where I be At, just some hot boys. That's four hundred degrees. The block is hot like Mayweather, they not Floyd. They don't use they hands unless they squeeze the Gat. Get handled if you reach for that. They pass the rock around the block, so the Streets I had to dodge like a ram, just Like Ty. Seen it all, oh my God, Vision blurred. Spent two twenties on the eighth of Herb. Said this rap shit would never work and Look, they ate them words. Now they hands is out, remember when they hated First. Niggas switchin' sides, lane to lane they Swerve. Nigga, you just made it worse. Yeah, Swank is drafted, Willie's out. Ask them boys who run the city now. Soundin' shit is new wheels or somethin', like it's Gon' change the world. Look, I don't know about All that change the world shit, but what I Do know is that if you put it on This, man, you better the niggas it. Uh, No sleep to top, can't see my eyelids. Helen Keller compete just how fly our ears. West End, when it got dark, niggas got bright Ideas. I'm from the garden where rose petals will Wipe my tears. Saw so many niggas peddlin' in My iris. Niggas rarely grow up, Most spend they lives like this. Nights like this, raindrops fall on my Christlike Drip. Slim chance, same chance that game like Clayton Cribb. Tryna tell my young kings, "Get your crown right." You came up from the Dirt, it's been your life, get your ground right. Surprise me, turn to freaks, grease behind the Bucks. For us to find a way, I'm numb When they won't hire us. Your whole life has been a gamble, you can Try your luck. You can iron out your suit And keep your iron tucked. Till we gotta put the paper in the iron Truck. They ever ask who run the city, It's iron us. Ooh, yeah. Ooh, yeah.