City On

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Paradise]
Half the time I'm dreaming
Or I'm living all my dreams out
This one for the set, yeah
1 Utopia the team now

Grew up on the Wu-Tang
That's why I'm screaming out "Cream" now
Tell them other boys
It's best if you niggas would leave now

Stop the pump faking, and put them shots up
Shots up, and I pray nobody shot down

Only getting texts when I don't come around
But when I'm a-round, what I hear? Not a sound, uh

Mind full of weight, like it's '08
Will smith, Tim Thomas, Seven Pounds

I'm trying to change the lives, of seven people around me
I don't ever plan to let 'em down, I take it easy

[Chorus]

You see, they always tryin'a catch your boy tripping
I'm tryin'a give the game what the game's missing

I hear the slick talking and the sneak dissing
You see, to that shit, I'm just indifferent

Cause I, got the
City, on my, back!

Yeah nigga
Tell them that!

Nigga, got the
City, on my, back!

Yeah nigga
That's a fact!

Nigga, got the
City, on my, back!

[Verse 2: Paradise]

I got this on my back, got this shit on my back
I won't say that shit again
I've been away from the mic, getting my life right
But ended up fucking with two Miami women

Who just happened to also be twins
I'm trying to figure out if they fucking with me because
They love me or love who I'm becoming;
A win-win situation, not into losing

Man, these rap niggas man, they make me nervous
Write sub-par verses, ask you pay for they service

They so out of touch, don't reach me
Hit up Lindsey's e-mail if you need me

Please, come correct, six figure budget
And a model ting from the city

From the city
I'ma have her singing like she Whitney

[Chorus]

You see, they always tryin'a catch your boy tripping
I'm tryin'a give the game what the game's missing

I hear the slick talking and the sneak dissing
You see, to that shit, I'm just indifferent

Cause I, got the
City, on my, back!

Yeah nigga
Tell them that!

Nigga, got the
City, on my, back!

Yeah nigga
That's a fact!

Nigga, got the
City, on my, back!

[Outro]