LYRIC
Taking a stroll through the city like
I’ve never seen people before, blinded by city lights
You itty-bitty, i’m the gritty type
Get it right, never pull out the mic if it aint a fight
Anyone that knows me knows that im a serial
Killer like the shorties that go spreading round venerial
Diseases, praise jesus, leave us
Get the fuck up outta here unless you wanna meet us
Meet who? meet your maker
While i’m breaking bread like the bakers, you aint us
See me smoke the marijuana
I’ll put it on my momma son you nothing but a goner
And aint nobody promise you mañana
You get bombed like I’m Osama with the lama
But nah, i rock 9 milli’s and fo-fo’s
You so broke, net worth less than this chokehold
But sonny don’t go, I got the shit to make it right
Two blunts in my hood and a stanley knife
And imma do it to em
I’m in the mood to drain the fluids through ’em, loot and shoot ’em
Tootles poodles, you fucked with the bull terrier
Your cousin got a pit and its scary but son i’m scarier
Battleship, not a carrier
Relik got the shit that makes ill rappers feel inferior
Son im a king in my city
Aint nobody steppin to me, Relik the gritty
Born and raised in a shit hole
Two Ten resident, evidently skitzo
Son im a king in my city
City I call home, city we call shitty
Born and raised in a shit hole
But thats where I wanna be, I just wanna get home
I wasnt really born and raised here
Born on the other end, raised in a nightmare
Blazed with the haze still inhaling the light air
Still on the same old shit, and i’m still right here
Gettin hummers in a Honda
I aint paying 60 G’s son i’m hung, one up
Son i got the bite to match, gun up
Dont bark around me doggy you gettin hung up
What up? I said what up? What up?
Get up, and do some sit-up’s, but that aint helping you
I’m still gonna slap you in the face
Wouldn’t wanna be in your place, but you’s a bitch, so could i?
Would i? I dont think that I could
And if I could I still wouldn’t, i’d still be runnin shit
Still on the same old gunna shit
Gacy was stupid, Rels on some dumber shit
The one double,still doubling,babbling
Speaking in tongues, son i’m out of it, gotta get
Back to my safe zone, where I cant kill people
Cause I would just kill people, if I could just kill people
I dont like these mother fuckers and this dog is driving me insane
Wanna put a fuckin bullet through my brain
I feel the barrel on my dome, final trip for home
I aint from this bitch, I was hellspawn
Son im a king in my city
Aint nobody steppin to me, Relik the gritty
Born and raised in a shit hole
Two Ten resident, evidently skitzo
Son im a king in my city
City I call home, city we call shitty
Born and raised in a shit hole
But thats where I wanna be, I just wanna get home
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