YG - City Mad lyrics

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Ft. Mozzy & Slim400

(Intro)

Lord help me father

Protect me from all enemies all evil all together

I promise on bloods

(Hook: YG)

Right now my city mad

Everybody tryin' to make it, have my homies doing bad

Damn, I got get this cash

Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash

Got [redacted] so sad

Caught him with his kids still took what he had

Right now my city mad

Everybody tryin' to get it but don't know where it's at

(Verse: YG)

All the finessers gone hate me

But chomp at it better watch out for that KO and that lean

Y'all better watch out for them fake blues

If that damn thirty-eight dotted up they ain't true

The city mad cos' everybody ain't got it

Ya do what ya want when ya poppin'

But everybody ain't poppin

I'm like the only one out the city dropping

So they gotta fuck with me, they ain't got an option

And I know niggas hate that

I got this far I wasn't supposed to make it

Moving like a boss with niggas I knew from way back

Gun, K-four, check, I got someone to take that

Known fact, don't get caught without the ham

Cos' they'll leave yo body shots on Instagram

The nineteen-nineties all the crips was poppin'

But now the Damus got it

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Mozzy)

Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred shot at meechy

Yeah I'm doing hundred shells on the weekly, easy

I'm a sleazeball when it get greasy

Kick the yadadamean? that's for sheezy

Ha? niggas mad about the YG collab

If it's funky it's funky

So when ya see me it's stacked

Grind hard and fall asleep in the trap

Tryin' to put my niggas on but we gon' leave it at that

Pull on luck come and fuck with a mafia

A blood brain-dead that's considered a body

Paypal jaypay, niggas is Charlie

If I told ya that I got him, I got him, shit ain't nothin'

Been patrolling the circumference since a young'n

It's embedded in me, I'm thuggin' baby I love it

I've witnessed some shit that ya couldn't stomach

The substance that I'm kissing the only way I can function

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Slim400)

It's murder murder had to talk about this four-hundred

Pay-off's been dead, so my real nigga's been mad

Bitches take it call, been take this cash

Down for whateva so this rapping shit my back

Wiggle off, really slide when it's war nigga

All my life was in the pen take that store nigga

Damn, this shit is sad, these bitch niggas making it

Snitch niggas faking it, us real niggas have pathed his way

If I don't see yo hand when I'm talking I don't feel this

Wild, robbed the stash, on my daughter I can get it

Yeah I'm bracking, little bit, 'bout my money I ain't stopping

Yeah I'm Slim to get it poppin' yeah

Fuck y'all niggas, got no love for y'all niggas

Clear yo mind, ain't no trust for y'all niggas

I fall back, get to bus at y'all niggas

I get this paper, can't be bad

Four-hundred from the block

And this Bompton shit nigga

Neva stop, four-block