Lonely City

[Produced by Empty Beatz]

[Intro]
I need to get this shit off my chest...

[Verse]
Just cause you with it don't mean you bout it
And people tryna reroute this
To the nearest fucking person with fake shit as an outfit
But I'm just tryna tell the truth, I'm just pulling the help out
Cause you need a dozen maids so you could leave the house
Hold up, don't try to change the conversation like I don't know this
This is my shit—you thought I didn't notice?
My name was on a party invitation sent to you
But it's not for you—don't that bother you?
Don't try to act like you know who you see
Cause honestly you gotta talk to someone else just talk to me
Well, at least you got to witness
Regards to Jehovah but moreover
You ain't get listed
To see the greatest event in history ever go down
Sorry if this sounded like trash talk, but you're beneath the ground
But hold up son, I ain't done
Just 'cause the whole crowds applauding
Don't mean you've actually won
Supposed to take the F, decided to take the 1
I don't know, guess I wanted to see Columbus Circle
Wondering how I'll Jakeel you with this rap?
It's cause you're better off being Erkel
And that's how I deal with this lonely city I'm living in
Training up on the grind, working it out with pistons
Cutting the tracks, they're hitting and hitting
Hope we sparking attention, cause we been readied our engines
And we've lost a couple hearts along the way, including our own
Simply because not everyone can see the vision
Not everyone hears and listens
If you is, you bullshitting
Not everyone sees and believes
Cause not everyone's believing in me
I've been going from door to door
To score some broads and monopolize our system
Everyday I say I'm meant for this more and more
But feel that way less and less
Cause honestly, my family should matter more
Than pussy and breasts, yeah I know
So most niggas get taken aback
When the lines you start spitting is facts
On top of that I'm black
So my sophistication has been drained from the generations
Crack in the asphalt, it's the masses fault
I got an assload of cash I use go to some strip clubs
To show some women love that I really don't love
Yeah I know the shit sucks
Cause see I had a girl at home
But me and her broke up
So me and her being under the weather
Is why I'm bending you over now
I'm over proud, but I spit all this obnoxiousness
To hide the fact that barely any of my dreams
Have been accomplished yet
I'm conscientious of the compliments you throw me
But don't act like that shit
Make up for the condiments you owe me
Nigga my shit so gold I don't just deserve a trophy
I deserve a fucking portrait and a sculpture of me
None of ya'll is better than me, y'all been cold for some weeks
But heck I'll lend your ass a little heat

[Outro]
Cause it's—
Da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da
Da, dee, dee, da, da
Lonely city—real shit, real shit, ill
In a lonely city—grill shit, kill shit, aah