SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Life In The City lyrics

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Life in the city is not very pretty

It seems like it's a waste of your time

Trojans ‘cause the lifestyles bust faster

No font on no back wood, just Dutchmaster

Fifth of Henn and a radio on Funkmaster

I don’t come from a whack hood with a Dutch factor

Ten speed in a black hood, that’s a gun clapper

We chop fair ones till someone dropped of lung asthma

Before this I lived a lifestyle like ''fuck rappers''

A buck trapper up after dark with a cut cracker

Tucked up under the tongue, who want a buck half of

That’s a smiley face on your cheek, stitch ‘em up laughter

I snuffed son ‘cause he walked through with a rough hatter

Came in the store and stepped on my Timbs and made ‘em scuff faster

These niggas ain’t ‘bout that life, bunch of young actors

Play the right part when you see me, say “What up, Scrapper?”

See, you ain’t got to like me but you will respect me

Every time you say you the nicest, boy, you indirect me

Jesus Christ, I’m a crisis, you a sip of Pepsi

Little buds, little suds at the tip of a Nestle

I toot my own horn, I’m Dizzy Gillespie

And I reps my city correctly, YAOWA

Life in the city is not very pretty

It seems like it's a waste of your time

One, two, my project gritty, extra far from pretty

Staircase sloppy pissy and the lobby tipsy

And I keep a Barbie with me looking good

My niggas can’t leave the country, I bring the country to the hood

My real name my rap shit, I ain’t make-believe

Same nigga who got this break is still breaking knees

I‘m still playing Cee-Lo and the bank is cheese

Eight G’s I’ve fallen better, feel that Vegas breeze?

Product of the gutter, no father, just a mother

Know you running, but run farther

When you hear me say “Word to my mother”

Your boy is extra thorough, ask my borough

When I’m in Brooklyn they go nuts

You little squirrels can’t buy a referral

These niggas won’t ‘cause they can’t so they don’t copy

Bitches with they best friend be yelling “Go Papi”

Y’all niggas got these freshmen feeling so cocky

But it's just a bunch of yes-men and a nobody

Just ‘cause you write rhymes don't mean you rhyme right

You a light-high, don't jump and become a highlight

Lose sight of your hind legs and live in hindsight

‘Cause you niggas aight, but you ain't quite like YAOWA

Life in the city is not very pretty

It seems like it's a waste of your time