My City
My city?
Is devastatingly pretty
But rough simultaneously
We got committees of tough titties
Sweden's got an even-steven back-to-back lack of trust
Too much revolving us
Peep the scars like:
"Keep yo hands off the bars in the bus"
"Keep yo hands off the mic"..
I mean that’s if u drunk and prolly white
Might go holla then
Couldn't give two cents to the 'grams that u be followin
That’s a nuisance I'm findin useless
Call me lack-those tolerant
Choosin more dominant solvents
Or searchin places that I ain't common in
Can't pardon me
I know the truth synonymous with the sea
Like holy Moses can't control us
Me and G toward greatness
So the great told us
Can't sleep cuz of sirenes
So my mind screamin for more rhyme schemes
I know what's at stake
And I know what it takes
But only awake can we follow the dreams to bein great

Alot of Gs to the Zs.. this one next to me tho
Piercin thru bringin out a stranger MC from inside of me
Does a leaf truly know it's worth tho before it leaves a tree?
Can Dad reach without the shriek?
I wonder if hunger is stilled at the peak
I shall findeth everything out
Cuz Hakey still seekin
Still searchin
Worse than Roy Ayers
Hope this a.k.a "Lord" gon hear my prayers
Like..
Second verse, is after the first
It’s not the worst
Es solo el primero that’s gotta slay the thirst
Caskets comin before the hurses, right?
Homies advice always comin before
Whatever in them nurses purses
Curses!
Can't pardon this intrusion anymore
Cuz everytime I’m steppin thru the door
We confusin
Sounds to damn near illusions
Wax and minds computin
Featurin bullet pens - beat pollutin
Can't sleep cuz of sirenes
So my mind screamin for more rhyme schemes
I know what's at stake
And I know what it takes
But only awake can I follow my dreams to bein great
It's gettin late..