Mixtape : "Worth The Wait/Weight"
Track : 02. MP205 - City All Me (Produced By Beats Craze)

Lyrics :
The Wizard been had money, neva ever like this though/ Niggaz say dey want gas, I'm Shell and Citgo// Texaco wit da 93, MJ back in 93/ Dunkin like da rim 9 feet, bust down for a timepiece// My bitches well trained, in da kitchen like Maytag/ Yo girl wanna visit, I hooked her up wit a day pass// Blunt loud as my trunk, beating da fuck outta my state tag/ 15s in my shit, like da yards for a facemask// Legion Field wit da green, pig skin fa my past time// So many damn bands on me, got em staring like its halftime// Um BP on a weekday, Exxon on da weekend/ Fuckin bitches on weekdays, to my music or The Weeknd// Green on me like Publix, showing naked in public/ Dope money no budget, make a broke nigga switch subject// Mo weed mo gas, mo girls mo ass/ Panties get pulled over - like a car wit no tags//

Chorus
Ok lets keep it all G/ When they want the best they call me// And you can try to hide it or deny it but I bet they all see, that this city all me// And can't nobody do it how I do it even though I didn't wanna/ Money coming from them boys on the corner// I don did everything you can name in the field now I'm talking legal mils did it all without a deal WSUP//

Rockstar my jeans, Rockstar my lifestyle/ Um da man on stage, crowd surf thru a white crowd// All da labels wanna fuck wit me, yo girl wanna fuck wit me/ Haters better not fuck wit me, my OGs look up to me// Alabama lets get it, Birmingham its my time/ Star player and da head coach, but I ain't neva on da sideline// Nam nigga go take mine, shoot a nigga cross the state line/ Show da shit to his partner have him having nightmares in the day time// Thats hard and you know it, real bands I throw it/ Pull up wit so many pounds on me niggaz thanking I grow it// Man I coulda been a poet, got a duece finna pour it/ Grew up living round da poorest, geekers comin like tourists// In da club I brang April showers you can tell I'm a Taurus/ Rep Bama like Forest, bout Grants like Horace// Yall lucky I record it, kush smoker and a lean drinker/ Still married to my money, but ain't shit on da ring finger//

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