This is not a rap bout how we move or sling c**aine
This is bout them bmore n***as who will shoot you in yo brain
Pinky, blinky, inky, yeah they pack man, this sh** ain't no game
You can't sue if you're a ghost, man you best learn how to aim
Home of them ravens they move them birds like popeyes
They move O's and D, capp n***as like hot fries
And theyll bring em to your place, suggest that you stand back a bit
Gun up to your face, theyll have you kissing arm like kaepernick
Thats not even half of it, highest murder rate by state
Size so if you not from philly or the chi you can't relate
This sh** nuts, without debate. check worldstar about us mate
They dont let us in the building, we'll climb up the f**ing gate
Have to make us a take a damn valium, to turn down the volume
Until then dudes hopping outta vans like the front of the album
And if you owe somebody stacks, I suggest you pay em back
They dont really talk too much, just clack clack clack clack clack clack clack
Then its bed time after that, services then burial
No time to be a coward dog, no eustaces, no muriels
We smoke on that purple sh**, everything is house grown
We dont listen, we deaf like number 3 on a house phone
Im that guy like number 4, but back to my city
They just wanna get on diddy, so they do the nitty gritty
So if I were you id run along, these n***as do a hundred strong
Shoot you in the face and walk off like its nothing wrong
sh** ain't peachy, you better have a cardio heart
Theyll throw shells at your car like mario cart
Youll end up on csi, you already know like P-s-y
C-h-i-c n***as who hate on me but they dont know why
Heard about a light skinned n***a with his chest blown in
With the same name as me, you know that got under my skin
They tell us stay out the streets, thats what the teachers tell us
A n***a take a life sentence just because hes jealous
Where dads come around once a year like the state fair
Yeah this city crazy, but its crazier we stay here
Not me, no time to wait, catch me out in barbados
Think bout cheese or im in the stu like potatoes
d**h and dishonor, deadbeat dads who left baby mothers
Forgetful fathers ain't wanna, n***a just wear a rubber
You can buy coke, crack, weed, or molly here
Or get your life cut short like Mileys hair
Maad City