[ Featuring Fivio Foreign, Bandmanrill ]
Damn
Oh, oh
Damn
This what the city 'posed to sound like
This what the city 'posed to sound like
This what these streets 'posed to sound like (ladies and gentlemen, say what?)
This what the city 'posed to sound like
This what these streets 'posed to sound like
This what the city 'posed to sound like
This what these streets 'posed to sound like
Yeah
Man, I ball like Lebron, niggas lost and jealous
Come to my city, it's handguns and Berettas
I'm on the block with the fellas, the f*ck they gon' tell us?
They like, "How he got so rich?" Five thousand from Betha
If it's Maison Margiela, if it's Fivi' she wetta
Got a thousand dollar sweater, but I still ain't gon' sweat her
I construction the Timbs, then I Pelle the leather
I just caught me a drip, in some Bottega Veneta
They blame us for the killings I sat down with the Mayor
If you listen to lyrics, than I'm like X with the prayers
They can hate on the game, I'm just one of the players
The whole world is against us, only God can save us
And my light is a saber and my Sonic is Sega
In my mouth is a razor, on my gun is a laser
If I f*ck it's a favor, if you owe you gon' pay us
I came in here with Swizzy, bitch
This what the city 'posed to sound like
This what the city 'posed to sound like
(What you are hearing
Life will never be the same again, goddammit)
This what these streets 'posed to sound like
This what the city 'posed to sound like
This what these streets 'posed to sound like
This what the city 'posed to sound like
This what these streets 'posed to sound like
Ayy, look
Bitch I'm ballin' like Irving, but I'm not from the Irv
Said he be in the hood, lil' bro be in the burbs
Gotti Maf, that's the slime, we got years, call it time
Lil' bitch like how I rhyme and my bitch she a dime (New York City)
Ayy, niggas be hatin' so I'm movin' oppy
F*ck a G's, bruh, I got a shotty
Bullets they rippin' through a nigga body
She tryna take off a nigga Tommy
And a shut door right behind me
Watch yo' girl might try to line me
Ayy, breeshcake doin' it bummy
I gotta stack the money up for mommy
All these niggas sendin' disses tryna get some views
He must not know my lil' bro, he really put shit on the news
Lil' bro tryna' catch a huh, that's first point of view
Play with mine then you know that grip gon' have to point at you
Look I be in the south, look I be where I'm good
Opps say that they get money, what you do for the hood?
No I am not a rapper, get that shit understood
But I really be snappin' and that money be good
Ayy
This what the city 'posed to sound like
(What you are hearing
Life will never be the same again, goddammit)
This what these streets 'posed to sound like
This what the city 'posed to sound like
This what these streets 'posed to sound like
This what the city 'posed to sound like
This what these streets 'posed to sound like
Say what?
Say what?
Get down
Goddammit
