GhostWridah - Heart Of The City lyrics

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Momma, look I’m everything I said I’ll always be

And I ain’t always right, but I am always me

And if they hard to see me winning, get your bi-focus

I’m in the tele-tube, women hope they buy focal

Into my focus imma set the city straight

I’m meeting good, it’s only right, my niggas get a plane

I put this bars in the figure A, listen close

He fucked you with that Garry Coleman, I got different strokes

See, that’s a little humor, we might as well laugh

So many bars, I got to walk around with bale cash

We like it curse you niggers blowing on that frail grass

And getting brains like a son of four at yell class

This is the life that I’m living and like the older momma happy

She takes pictures of everything that I bought her

She sends them to her friends like “look what my baby got me”

I think against they come don’t fuck me don’t sell me copies.

It’s like I’m dreaming

But my eyes are wide open

Still everything is perfect

I’m comfortable but I ain’t resting.

So I am hostile, just to make a living

They say that home is where the heart is

Heart of the city.

I live for the come up from breakfast to supper

And I try to grab my stomach from the pains and the hunger

36 ounces have but ten housin’, old school shower, be easy on the my hood

Grows hood salad, chop a scene palace

Heart of the city, niggers beyond average

Hip hop savage, princes got chariots

Heart of my arms are my arms of rush, lavage

And teens just to come upon some richest

Money in my heart but my landlord trippin’

And me and my plug got attention and nowadays it is harder to convince him

Music was like my dime. Holly fuck, when a nigga had time?

Lay back and climb as I blowin’ a pile

Why is that, nigger? That’s when I’m focus time

It’s like I’m dreaming

But my eyes are wide open

Still everything is perfect

I’m comfortable but I ain’t resting.

So I am hostile, just to make a living

They say that home is where the heart is

Heart of the city.

Hello, America, is me

Hello, to the city that made me gee

Came up on a courter key

I find money, is an a team

Maserati now fuck a beam

Shawty had a dream till she lost it like Christina

Out of mine shine no star

That is what I call time’s hard

Speak of foreign in a foreign cup

Officer, I swear to drunk that I’m not God

Or is it the other way around? Bartender, please bring here another round

Heart of the city, clean musketeers, they ain’t a musket, see you momma tears

I smile to my movement. Glass is up, toast, cheers!

We hear about no nigger name. If he was right in the past, he to blame

I keep the gee as the world change

So stop the hustle, I’m still the same

Live by and I die by, and drug call bull shit, I ain’t never try

I keep the reality above it, nigger,

While you face this, maybe I’m that good.

It’s like I’m dreaming

But my eyes are wide open

Still everything is perfect

I’m comfortable but I ain’t resting.

So I am hostile, just to make a living

They say that home is where the heart is

Heart of the city.<br />

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