City on Lock

Nabeyin, Nabeyin, Nabeyin
 Damn, this what it come to?
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 Think I've been in a maze
 15 minutes of fame
 I'll put niggas on game
 Livin' up to my name
 Barrel into ya mouth
 I'm knockin' brains out
 'Fore I switch up the style, I kick a bitch out
 Suit up, then boot up or rule up, I'm too much
 Enough's, not enough when you came up from the mud
 I ain't believe in you niggas
 I'm a real big tipper
 My diamonds on glitter, I'm just a real nigga
 (I mean, real niggas ain't even gotta say they real)
 Throw a 100 in the tank
 Up my sleeve got an ace
 I done found another way
 Whether we back to back in Hondas or the Rolls
 I'm rooting for my niggas 'cause we chosen
 Nigga we chosen
 Money we holdin'
 Ice stay frozen
 Your bitch open
 Got the city on lock now
 Got the city on lock
 Got the city on lockdown
 Nobody move a muscle
 Nigga we true to the hustle
 Got the city on lock
 Got the city on lockdown
 See my momma told me, "Don't let these girls get you in trouble"
 Blood, sweat, tears to the struggle
 Spanish house brown stuck on, pilots tucked
 Monte Carlo switch it up
 Rally stripes kitted up
 Flying down 48th, we just tryin' to live it up
 The difference was, I played my part but I never played myself
 So women give it up
 That's 'cause the kids rappin' now, not as skilled as us
 I'm prayin' that they raise the game up
 I'm talkin' to everybody, no one in particular
 Come around my way, you could sit with us
 Black owned stores, sage, and cinema
 Credit card purchases the minimum
 New raw denim, uh
 See I know what the mission was
 Nigga we chosen
 Money we holdin'
 Ice stay frozen
 Your bitch open
 Got the city on lock now (Yeah)
 Got the city on lock (Yeah)
 Got the city on lockdown
 Nobody move a muscle
 Nigga we true to the hustle (Yeah)
 Got the city on lock
 Got the city on lockdown
 They wanted to stop, we come out on top
 The oven on hot (The oven on hot)
 City on lock
 We not with the talk we hit up your spot
 This ain't the shit for the radio, party in the hills
 Look at the ratio, Louis shades on but I ain't shady though
 Came back in this bitch with a crazy flow
 I wanna make a toast to the real ones when the bill come
 We pull out platinum
 I need the black one
 So run me my back end
 And as far as rapping goes
 I'ma have to vote for the kid in the dodger fitted just off style alone
 I believe in you niggas
 But I'm still that nigga
 And my diamonds on glitter
 And my jab much quicker
 My momma told me
 "Son stick to your hustle, stay close to people that love you"
 I got the shit off the muscle
 Uh
 Nas, Hitboy, Dom Kennedy, yeah
 Got the city on lock
 City on lock
 Half-a-mil
 Niggas
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