BACK TO THE CITY LYRICS
Back to the city, yeah
I gotta do more for my niggas
Gotta do more for my niggas
I gotta do more for my niggas, Ohh
Back to the city, yeah
I gotta do more for my niggas
Gotta do more for my nggas
I gotta do more for my niggas, Ohh
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god Imma be the one
I swear to god Imma be the one
Imma be the one to get the job
Done, Ohh
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god Imma be the one
I swear to god Imma be the one
Imma be the one to get the job
Done
Uh, one time for the [?]
Uh, [?]
Ninety five, round five going ninety
Five
Felt the breeze when a young
Nigga pass by, skirrt
No time for letting cash fly, (No)
Nothin' like the [?] (No)
But [?]
Could of done it for the city now
They passed prime (I will nigga)
Niggas had to treat it like a
Pastime (Pastime)
Swear to god it'll be the last time
(Last time)
Last time 'know I said it'd be the
Last time
Had to get a couple bags, open up
The cash line (Ha)
Glad I hid the check now
Like you been missin' my nigga
Let's bring it back 'round (Bring it
Back 'round)
You went from killin' and chillin' all
In the background
I guess I had a lot time to roam, I
Need to come back home
Back to the city, yeah
I gotta do more for my niggas
Gotta do more for my niggas
I gotta do more for my niggas, Ohh
Back to the city, yeah
I gotta do more for my niggas
Gotta do more for my nggas
I gotta do more for my niggas, Ohh
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god Imma be the one
I swear to god Imma be the one
Imma be the one to get the job
Done, Ohh
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god Imma be the one
I swear to god Imma be the one
Imma be the one to get the job
Done
Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh Brother Leary
Kid gave 'em a little history
I'm from the city of gold teeth and
Mangoes
Screaming fuck the other side
Anything goes
And don't nobody give a fuck about
The Po-Po's
Them niggas ready to kill fast and
Talk slow
And as a youngin' I'd ride with my
Auntie
Momma started driving ninety five
Still haunts me
Then we came home momma's
Eyes got low
Blowin' them bowls, black eyes all
Swoll'
Had to leave the crib I was five
Yeas old
Moma told me where you going [?]
I don't know
All I know is right right now baby
(We ride)
All the way to Oprah like I had me
All up in the [?] with it
I was back like (Yee Haw!!)
Pullin' up the 187
Miami got it
Sugar water with the Mayonnaise
Sandwich
[?] I couldn't stand it
[?] used to have a nigga scared
Momma kept me in the crib, don't
Want no damage
On the plug for months, she
Started scrambling
Food stamps and love, that's how
We managed
A trick had the whole hood on
Swole, the hood on swole
The thug holidays made a trap feel
Like gold
Blacked out, I had an anthem for
I been all around the world goin'
Hard for show
Imma be the one to rise when the
Cards are low
But no matter where I roam when
I'm all alone
This is always home, it's where I
Had to go, Ohh
Back to the city, yeah
I gotta do more for my niggas
Gotta do more for my niggas
I gotta do more for my niggas, Ohh
Back to the city, yeah
I gotta do more for my niggas
Gotta do more for my nggas
I gotta do more for my niggas, Ohh
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god Imma be the one
I swear to god Imma be the one
Imma be the one to get the job
Done, Ohh
I swear to god, I swear to god
I swear to god Imma be the one
I swear to god Imma be the one
Imma be the one to get the job
Done, Ohh
Location, Miami, Florida
Time, 6: 24 PM
With travel comes experience
And with experience comes new
Found perception
Let us not forget what home
Means
The chase for what we feel will
Validate our worth can also
Become the reason we seek to
Remember who we are
What is a man without his home?
What is a man without the
Foundation that was set for him?
Remember the words that were
Once spoken
No matter how far you travel, From
The first breath 'till daddy departed
Never forget where you came
From, always remember where you
Stared.