Life In The City

[INTRO: Clyde Kelly]
Yeah, go get 'em Showtime
[Showtime]
I'mma wait baby ... c'mon

[VERSE 1: Showtime]
I put the life in the city
I put the life in the city
Double cup, couple L's
I’m feelin pretty fuckin high right now
I put the life in the city, yes

[CK]
Showtime, let’s turn on the lights
I want the stadium filled and perfect sound in my mic

[Showtime]
I put a couple L’s up, bitch I’m sparkin’ tonight
And if you trying to catch up
Well, let's put up a light, yes
Or, you could put up a fight

It’s Showtime in the city baby
Fill it with life
And if you feelin’ me right now
I’m wheelin’ on my feet
Hope I see you in midtown

[CK]
I was wond’rin’ whatchu been up to
You thought I never gave a fuck tho
You know I’ve never been that cutthroat
You know the city takes a love toll

[Showtime]
But growin’ up
Lookin’ up at them skyscrapers

[CK]
Now I'm lookin’ in the eyes of a heartbreaker

[Showtime]
But I was lookin’ to the stars
Tryna chase em like dreams
I put the life in the city
And it’s shining like *bling*
Bright as hell
Bright as light, dark as night, yes
Keep the life in the city with family tight, yes

Life in the city
Life’s pretty gripping
It’s gon’ get you on the pavement
Till you start fuckin' rippin'

[BRIDGE: Clyde Kelly]
We put the life in the city, yeah
You ain’t fuckin with me, yeah
We put the life in the city, yeah
We put the life in the city, yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[VERSE 2: Clyde Kelly]
We put the life in the city with a double cup and two L's in rotation
Yeah you know it feels amazing
Like how he got it got y'ain't got it like that
I gotta Glad™ freezer bag and a scale at my pad
Let's get to breakin' breakin' down rollin' rollin' em up
You know I smoke them Backwoods cuz they tasty as fuck
Oh yeah

Back up tobacco leaf from NC I guess it runs in my blood
So come and fuck fuck with me, ay

I got the hot shit dropping on a dime
I control the beat, and I just heard it for the first time
Yeah I'm a musically inclined motherfucker
I got melodies and hooks, yeah I rhyme motherfucker

Have you heard?
A white kid with rhythm in his words
Who can spit shit quick
Sometimes I might get misheard, but
I hear me perfect
I know that my words slick
So show love to the boy know that I been workin man I'm worth it