Gods of the City

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I got the crown, I am the sound, I am the talk of New York
Who are these clowns, they out of bounds, who drafted them in the sport?
Funnest alone, thought you was up, now n****s ball in the court
Fuck is a opp, I dont see calm, please don't consider me yours
Since a little n***a I been realer than them is you kidding me dog?
Spin an artist if his shit ain't as hard
Crass bastard still a backpacker that'll clap at ya, get the drillers involved
Soul feel it cause it ain't a facade
Rappers been shading me, told them to suck a dick and disappear like Isaiah Rashad
Pause headed to the top dawg
Predecеssors getting knocked off, learnеd the hard way a n***a not soft
Hit with two shots and one tryna crush a n***a like hot sauce
Preach your profits high how my stock soar
In a while im top four
Most rappers getting no cheese running with flows that are not yours
Basic n***a you a nachos
Lame n***as tryna claim king of a lane they should thank Pop for
New n***as getting locked, I just watch news 12 and get the popcorn
Coulda got the whole gang signed, I was OVO like
Over like '09 Drizzy, I need a hard bitch, Brooklyn or Bronx bitch surely be county no kizzy
On our New York shit, start a power couple with ya keep that shit a hundred no fifty
I can be ya pap no Remy
You can watch those trash hoes envy
Waist snatched and your ass so pretty
Big apple not yo-
Home of the grabba and fronto
Someone tell Eric Adams if he banning wack rappers he got my vote
I'm tryna make Brooklyn a boss show
Give us something we can all quote
This feel like The Roc when Jay was with Dame and they say he a dick but he hard tho
Flexin the MB, the whip in the car show

Uh
Maybe I'm bein too rough
That shit hella soft when im speezin she tell me go easy I'm beatin it up
Uh
I just been feening to fuck
Waited my life for this shit, I went in too raw and done seeded it up
Huh
So many loved ones lost
I could make millions off of my mom but what a mundo really cost
You know that I love you of course
Uh
We playin tough but they actin
You got some aim well then up it and clap it
This need the upper reaction
He didn't even know I'm a fuckin assassin, I just been ducking the madness
Don't fit in enough for your brackets
Told her she can enroll if she classy
But I still bust me a ratchet, done with the past shit, fuck the attachments
More endorsements more tour money
Friends switched over small money
Learned early they ain't all for me
When I needed them see what they want from me
Running tour with them when they nose runny
Born sinning still soul searching
Had to separate the surface from me
Shady bitches want Berkins from me
A flight and surgery to tuck their tummies
Shady records said its curtains for me, never met the A&R personally
But all credits to the most high
Hit the devil with a clothesline
First youngin with a Fab feature in the life and times, HOV cosign
Record labels want me in a top hat, tap dancing in a bowtie
Clean up like a court date
Rep the Woo, what is your side?
Chef cooking up a foreign, Zy shooting, spliff blicking like a .22
Hollow soul, AR sleeping on a 24 while you in the booth
Be inspired by your whole style
Try to play you like you're miniscule
Admitting shit like that your HOV's son, tried to shade you in an interview
The rain shorter than the interlude
Live as long as trillers if it wasn't for n***as well they'll see you winning too, who the hell has gotten into you?
Good kid turned bad boy on south beach like Diddy fool
Getting pinned by a .52 for the gold chains, I pity fools
Think its so lame, shit is pitiful
I been dealing with my past pains but the track slaying been medicinal
Got competition in critical
I been feelin like Caino servin Wayne, Fab with the missing tooth
Rap game need to get a clue
Feelin like BK Kendrick
Feelin like underground Jigga too
Crown heights Kanye to the 2
Had to drop out, I was sick of school
Might've been late but I'm great, graduated to a bigger view