B-OND - BOND - The Blood of the City lyrics

[Intro] I'm from the pyramid, I'm the Pharaoh I'm from the pyramid, the 919 [Verse 1] I'm from the pyramid, I'm the Pharaoh I'm the Blood of the City, I'm the marrow They're looking up to me like an air show This ain't rap, boy. It's a concerto The girls are tryna tie me down with their hair bows I ain't with it, they be like "Yo, what you scared for?" I got the armor on, I block the arrows They can smell success on me, it's the pheromones Little spritz of this then that in your air holes Ballin', triple double, man, it's just like when a dare grows Always thought that I would be the one, I'm just like Derrick Rose I'm jumping to the goal, I spun my truth to gold You already know, coming for the dough Golden Nugget, b**h, I spend a week in Vegas I'm riding 'round through the city These chick be looking and they're pretty You know me, man we made it Now everybody's tryna tell me we're related Like we're rolling head cracks on the pavement Go Seth Rollins on em, I'ma save it Save my moment, the light is brightest Everything I touch is gold, I might be Midas I'm the best, Jerome Bettis You ride the bus? You ain't with us I'm riding beamers, I'm riding bentleys I'm riding Audis, the ones they sent me I think you met me, I came through My chick's s**y, my main who? My main squeeze. b**h, please These days I can get it with ease, this is nothing Nothing, straight McLovin David Ruffin, they're just gonna rave 'bout the stuffing [Hook] Walk around the 919 and All I sees a bunch of mother f**ers grindin' They're just tryna shine like diamonds Do your thang, mane, keep on climbing' Here's a toast to the rebels Don't settle without knowing all the levels Get same fame, they gon' blame it on the devil Do your thang, you'll remain on a pedestal [Verse 2] So many doors I haven't explored yet Swear this grocery store can't hold me no more, bet I'm a poet, you know it, I'm flowing a vortex That'll pull and absorb all these trophies, awards, checks And yes, my aura isn't one of a poor amateur Believe in yourself enough to be a fan of yours And do some things they can't ignore You janitors can keep your damn chores, say that This that God flow you're sampling, superman like Cameron Newton, say they're shooting but they're as fake as The Mandarin No Tamela Mann, want a Pamela Anderson that can handle sin They be condensation clamoring, common sense, no gambling No pools in the hood, y'all probably sink, I'm not condescending, y'all cannot swim On a track with a full tank, I've got Thomas engines, y'all cannon win Something else I'm standing in, something else I'm channelling Like turning TVs from panelists, I don't really wanna hear their rambling I notice that you're hopeless I've got pull like I spoke to the P.O.T.U.S With him, I would hold the emojis Make 'em disappear like hocus pocus Yeah, I'm chosen like Moses I hope you mother f**ers like soaking in locusts Hey, is that why you're bugging out? Get sprayed with the Raid, start choking like roaches I'm coaching your whole bench, knock it out the park like Sosa I'm a pro, you're a poser, you better wake up smell the Folgers I'll take you to Starbucks, since it's all about what I've done for you lately Critics sound like women who date me They either hate me or greatly appreciate me [Hook]