Tekster:
The Matches Their City

city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah) (Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the queen Sniff the white horse of success and then let him lean... (Let'em see) Tryna match

emptying glasses This is London City The best city in the world When everybody's not shankin' and blasting Young men moving to music And females shaking their

it? Will he survive? Terror in his eyes Night the city cries Payback is crime He damn near died Banished my wounds not mine The city cries, drama ride

Lick a shot for the predicate felons and gangster niggas That know that doing their time is better than tellin' Don't tell Dog, lick a shot for the graveyard

like they fast food Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me I sum niggas whole careers up, scared tough niggas Bluff niggas into thinkin that their

serious A kid goes out on dates later than their next period My crews got it made, rockin the place With more dope rappers to match every pram chillin

three feet, roll over and stop We warn niggaz that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks red

Sometime in the night I drew up my knees In second class And watched in the blue light Strangers beside me Strangers across from me They've closed their

the bend before the break Our steps seal our fate Because this city, this city is haunted By ghosts from broken homes Because this city, this city is