[Intro]
We run the city
[Verse 1: Thought]
I'm shaving like a banker with a lisp
And my chips always crisp
Credit card the color of Hakeem Nicks
Oh sh** they thought Thought was playing
I'm just saying when the case come son I ain't paying
He just relaying
Post up, fake pa**, now I'm jaying
Be impressed
Your girl undressed
But let the kid unimpress with the coldness
He makes it rain I can make it splash
Step back with the backpack
Political raps don't mean crap if you ain't got racks
Tan maestro give your bank account lipo
After bones like fido
k**er for the scrilla
Cabbage kids patching up your facts
Jack and Dexter in the lab
Drop a hot one six make you wanna crash
Like a RV hardly that's me
Sick like Raleigh or UNC
I'm nice with it
You might get it
Tell your girl hide she might get bit like a zombie
My heart black like the jacket on Fonzi
Chimpanzee business done wrongly
Watching your funds decay like a donkey
[Hook: Big G]
Heightened existence
Sky is no limit
Reap money and b**hes
Running the city
[Verse 2: Spiz]
It's Spiz on the track
I'm a beast yes in fact
Mad girls I attract
Just bring them in the back
Got them rolling up weed
4-pack how many homies do I need
I got Mac with the addys and the tree
And my attitude feeling free
Well I'm boutta spit a freestyle
And I don't even need crowds
Dunk right off the rebound
Hey now I'm not mad you hate it
Or you wanna
Only drive high on marijuana
And I'm on them
Like hair on gorillas
Like records on k**ers
Like B-No-Illa I see more clearer
As the lights get dimmer
Serving up that's dinner
You know I run the city
So don't get silly
Triple T Mac with me
I told you all listen to the sh** that I'm dishing
I ain't even on a mission
Well my lab is exquisite
And my raps is explicit
I'm sorry you missed it
How up and that's distance
Get packed like it's Christmas
And heightened existence
It's Spiz and I'm finished
[Hook]