Paradise
All around me madness madness and a bad bitch looking for change on Monday by Friday that bitch is stacking
Hustle until we drop, dropping niggas always in fashion
There's Choppers and Fine Art in the gallery and it matches
Sleep when we can find it,  fuck a bitch for her mattress
Karma comes back around gets backhanded and gets to packing
Heaters all on my side only right to ride with champions
Never no blood clot blood sucker but we be vamping Children of the Night team no sleep with a nosebleed
Hold the cola we got the coke hold your breath you gon sneeze
Horrid Im far from holy well known but lonely the condition of the condemned
Miami horror the story
Never seeing the light cause without a gimmick its boring
Pussy power and pleasure got your attention alluring
Caught under the influence both sides of the story follow the high through hell until heaven gets to applauding
Chorus:
Yeah pretty low is still pretty money is a major issue nigga
Welcome To My City high-priced this high life it's gorgeous and it's gritty I'm under the influence all my nniggas here feel me x2
VERSE2:
All around me is plastic, plastic and its tragic
High class and trash on the same block is the average
Off Washington and Lincoln home to the fallen and fabulous
Crackas trappers backpackers tourists and beggars its callous
Burning in the melting pot but you prolly thinking we tannin
See me out somewhere laughing just saving tears for a casket
No fear of these bastards of I preach it its being practiced
As we speak Im teaching the masses
Young heartless and savage
Caught by the Deco Lights and the decor of life OS lavish
They'll take yours just to add it to the list on that YOLO shit
If that ain't contradicting as a bitch they don't notice its
All smoke and mirrors SWITCH the rich pay to be "ghetto" ghetto wannabe rich
If Martin had a night nightmare it'll go just like this
And if a nigga ain't lying he flowing just like Bix
Be the change you wanna see before you talk ya shit
Don't trip young nigga
Chorus:
Yeah pretty low is still pretty money is a major issue n**** welcome To My City high-priced this high life it's gorgeous and it's gritty I am under the influence all my n***** here feel me x2
VERSE 3:
And it's far from mother f****** over
Greatness and Satan on my shoulders making it hard to hold up
Had to grow up ahead of my time on both sides of the fence
A thin line between love and hatred in tense
Just fuck or date her im bent
Bent her over and then I spent
A long minute and some change in it tryna make sense
Grandma told me the the world hurts and lord knows my pain
Will he forgive my sins and all the blood that stained
All the promises I broke and all the hearts I've slain
Long nights short days, times I missed church
Does he know when the streets talk niggas listen to em first
It goes deeper than the makeup
Two faces to the city that made coke famous
One minute ya lounging on the beaches with bitches bottles and players
Crossing the wrong block could get you crucified, lord Jesus
Chorus x2 to fade out