Queen City Video (MV)

Yea
Sometimes it be like that
Queen City
Uh

88 New Yorker no stash box
On a back block
Cruisin' past the matlocks
Can't trust niggas in them trap spots
So I kept the work over by Shabazz spot
Yeah
That's my old man
Taught me never let these niggas see your whole hand
Cause that's when they wanna switch the program
Talkin' 'bout they need more points for each gram
Damn
38 holds 6 rounds
Nigga get outta pocket
Lay 'em down
Servin' Bob Marley to your whole town
It's a cold world brother
The streets don't love us
Mind state
Get this cash
Statistically
I ain't 'posed to be Here
Yeah
So let me be clear
I won't stop gettin' it as long as I breathe air
Now I'm in my zone
Don't like what I'm on nigga
Just carry on
I'm sippin' on
Dom Perignon
Or that Black Label
Niggas catch you slippin'
They gon' fade you

Yeah
These niggas catch you slippin'
They gon' fade you
Queen City

Late night cruisin' past the cemetery
On St. Mary's
Very eerie
Born hustler
You only know me if you a customer
Nah I ain't trustin' ya
Grew up in a ill city
West End Queen City
Them lil niggas get busy
Homicide seen plenty
Lotta niggas don't make it to see 20
Damn
Or they doin' 20 to life
Summer time on Mabel
I miss those nights
Moose and Trav always had that Henny on ice
On the re-up
Next day fresh pair of Nikes
Downtown Front street
My shorties look right
Back to back head cracks
Tell me that ain't nice
Back in my zone
Don't like what I'm on nigga
Just carry on
I'm sippin' on
Dom Perignon
Or that Black Label
These niggas catch you slippin'
They gon' fade you
Cosmosis nigga
These niggas catch you slippin'
They gon' fade you