THE CITY

[Verse 1: bappy]
This year ain't been so easy, it's a weird feeling
Wake up to the same routine, like, red Rolls, white ceiling
But I been workin' on it, I'ma reel it in
I'ma reel it in, I'ma reel it in
Married to the game, put a ring on it
Rawdog when I aim, no laser beam on it
To get these bands like me, you got to dream about it
Yeah, I been makin' money moves and I don't think about it
Speaker killer, speaker killer, baby, we rattle your head
I seen y'all droppin' to the floor in search for crumbs of bread
I know too many people now, my haters workin' with the feds
Any parasocial bitch I'm gonna leave on read

[Chorus: bappy]
Pull up to the city, pull up to the city
In the penthouse, we count blues and fifties, got to keep it busy
Brand new whip came with a V12 engine, shit gon' make you dizzy
Every day I count my blessings, I'm spoiled, I admit it (Come on)
Pull up to the city, pull up to the city
In the penthouse, we count blues and fifties, got to keep it busy
Brand new whip came with a V12 engine, shit gon' make you dizzy
Every day I count my blessings, I'm spoiled, I admit it

[Verse 2: kyseth]
Smokin' gas, got my breath bad, damn, I need a mint
I just fucked his bitch up on a X pill, nutted in a min'
Ask me, "Are you down to drink?" Lil' bitch, you know I'm in
Hop up on that slot machine, I know I'm due to hit
Twenty more days, then I'm gonna get smacked, yeah
Grew up in the suburbs, I vacationed in the trap, yeah
Bitch, turn up your speaker, it's Lil Kyseth and Lil Bap, yeah
Heard you dropped some music, we not listenin' to that, yeah
Slime, snake, slatt, Slytherin the way I act, yeah
Time get snatched, I be booted off my ass, yeah
Norway land, carry that shit, carry that shit on my back, yeah
When they make me president, I'll call it Rackistan, yeah, yeah
When they see my bands, they think I won that shit off Flax lott's, yeah
Richest man in Norway, I still pay my taxes, yeah
NOK for NOK, you need some backup
Hate on hate, you should be focused, get your racks up
Stacks up, stacks up, I got golden-ass bills
I know you don't see my vision 'cause you do not got my brills
I just started winnin', bitch, you don't know the feels
Yeah, you don't, Bappy, that's my goat

[Outro: bappy]
Okay
I fucked that up with the— sorry—
I-I added an extra syllable when I was performing, so I said—
I don't know but I fucked it up
"Shine— diamonds shine brighter like the Sun," wait
"Diamonds shine bright like the Sun, every day, know that I'ma glow"
Okay, fuck, okay-okay