City Of Dealers

[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
My plans after high school simple get skrilla
My heroes ain't wear no capes just chinchillas
Living in the city where a nigga with a job is a nobody while the dealers treated like God
Street niggas looking like they just went platinum
Foreign on feet with the Rolex platinum
I wanted to get money with him but don't ask him
So I'ma sell my D and make the nigga come to me
I'ma real dealer nigga I don't finesse
Cause in my city that'll get your ass stretched
Learn from the best pass game to the pups toasting with my day one champagne in my cup
Posted at the spot and my sack still fresh
Looking up the block I look right then left
Saw a narc car and almost lost my breath rape van around the corner everybody clear the set

[Hook: Payroll Giovanni]
Raised in the city of the dealers and the hood full of killers keep the bullshit I just want money
So I hit the block and I got my own money
Was only 21 playing with grown money
(x2)

[Verse 2: HBK]
I'm from the city it's a competition I gets mine
You gon jump behind the line or you gon hop in the front
That's your man you better watch him if he boxed then scrunched to have you looking at a dime he only got 10 months
Murders going on everyday and time in the streets
Don't believe this shit real follow crime in the D
I know niggas on my head all these diamonds on me
But I can't stop shining I just got it in me
Got it for cheap? Not from me but my nigga official had a connect when YG came and needed a pistol
Wanna cop me a 50 I just need it for issues but niggas wanna see us down signing papers with initials
Used to be on Sussex peeping out the window
Just woke up but still dreaming bout a Benzo
Snapped in reality a nigga hearing gunshots
Nothing new it's just that one block

[Hook]
Raised in the city of the dealers and the hood full of killers keep the bullshit I just want money
So I hit the block and I got my own money
Was only 21 playing with grown money
(x2)

[Verse 3: Roc]
I got a message to deliver I demand to be heard
Before I got locked up I was on my way to a bird
It started from flipping grams, niggas was doing scams I was catching a sitting off I'm a blessing I been a boss
My presence had niggas still tryna get out a Dodge
Whether I just be by myself or the whole entourage
When my face tore up you better know I mean business cause in the next couple seconds my 40 gon start spitting
I get love from my city
Best believe niggas know me
And I got a black [nigga] he gon fosho kill for me
Real talk I got bands guy
Lawyer you on stand by
Coupe muscle 22's ice got a nigga cool
[?] got a nigga tatted up from head to chest
A sticky situation show what friends the best [?] to the left
I got stripes like a ref
Play in the D and it's death (Play in the D and it's death)

[Hook]
Raised in the city of the dealers and the hood full of killers keep the bullshit I just want money
So I hit the block and I got my own money
Was only 21 playing with grown money
(x2)