Places

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
It's been nineteen years, since I seen my mamas home
Saw Вршац, Београд, and Краљево
And even though it’s called the city of kings
People seem more at peace with just the simpler things
They appreciate just having food on the plate
Which was new to me just some young dude from the States
When I saw Belgrade, my eyes lit up
Slim ladies with them hips that was wide as trucks
I was riding the bus when my mind got stuck
On this pretty young thing that was fine as fuck
She searched for a seat too nervous to speak
When she sat next to me I was worried my speech
Would sound too American, sound too embracing
Next stop the doors opened up yo’ and there she went
Next time, I ain’t missing the chance
Ridin' through Ex-Yu with Phat Phillie my mans’

[Chorus]
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This place I ain’t seen since 05 yet its still on my mind
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This place I pray that I get to touch at least one more time
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This place I been yearning for like a long-lost love
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Belgrade Five AM I was young going hard in the club
Ay yo but this time when I come back I want to see the whole region
Zagreb, we goin’ up
Sarajevo, we goin’ up
I Montenegro, we goin’ up
Skopje, we goin’ up
I Slovenia, we goin’ up
What up Niš, we goin’ up
And Beograd, we goin’ up
Цел Balkan, we goin’ up

[Interlude]
Ay yo, we goin fly back to my home town though

[Verse 2]
How many more verses can he write about the motor city
Shit I don’t know, let’s see if I got one more in me
Fly lady in my hand like I won a Emmy
Detroit chick so I know she got her cousin ready
If it’s drama, artillery be coming heavy
But she lovely though and trust me that she’s nothing deadly
Pour a cup of henny rock ya’ fly clothes
Let’s roll and bend corners all through the mile roads
Let the Style show for fifty-two fashion weeks
Young thugs only listen to the rappers speak
No halo on OG but he master chief
Don’t catch a case, peep what he has to preach
Cuz he been there, and he seen that
Crown on his head any time he rock the D hat
New generation though I let ‘em rock with me
Cuz’ we gotta Reinvent in the renaissance city

[Chorus]
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This place, still the only spot that I ever called home
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This place you can see it in my strut you can hear it in my tone
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This place is my sector, my crib, my city, my zone
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Cartier eyewear and Cadillacs on chrome
Yeah, ain’t nothing like this place man
East side, we goin’ up
West side, we goin’ up
HP, we goin’ up
Southwest, we goin’ up
Ink town, we goin’ up
Pontiac, we goin’ up
Ay yo North end, we goin’ up
Detroit, we goin’ up