Chris Savage - City of God lyrics

[Intro] There go them folks [Hook: Chris Savage] Gunfire, lead shower, gun powder You can smell it in the air Man down, gun down, blood shed But the public's unaware k** this, rob that, spend that Re-up with a dozen shares Feel this, f** that, no love I feel like I'm Lil Zé [Verse 1: Chris Savage] Scheme, scheme, plot, plot, drug deal Pick it up and then sack it up Murder, murder, I got ten in my magazine Every bullet increasing the per capita Undisputed, I concluded the fact that we ruthless, everybody wanna collab with us Kindly tell them I'm not interested Thumb through my Benjamins, now the competition mad at us Too many blessings, you'd think that I'd had enough Every lyric that I speak, I can back it up How the f** is he so paid? It ain't adding up n***as our age ain't supposed to be banded up f** the police, they can't handle us, hold us, dismantle us while they quick to shoot and capture us And get away even when the sh**'s on camera Trifling and they wonder why we scandalous [Hook x2: Chris Savage] Gunfire, lead shower, gun powder You can smell it in the air Man down, gun down, blood shed But the public's unaware k** this, rob that, spend that Re-up with a dozen shares Feel this, f** that, no love I feel like I'm Lil Zé [Verse 2: Slyrex] It's Slyrex, the young GOAT I smashed on n***as, no debate Me and Chris always shut it down, talking OKC to the Golden State I'm so throwed right now, I'll put the whole game on recall I come through on Swaggy P, steal that rock and splash the three ball I been grinding, stacking up these chips So I can get my family right and dip Know some n***as that are from the sticks That really go banana with the clip They tried to drop the hammer on the clique I bounced back, never bounced backwards Stepped over like A.I. and they still talking to me bout practice? I'm busy flipping the dough, don't wanna be whipping the stove I pa** it to Chris and then roll, they call that the give and the go And I do that when I feel like I don't even know what a deal like As long as these n***as subtweet things they'd never say to me in real life I'm spazzing, I'm really back in this rap packing a strap And my n***a mack in the backpack And if Sav say he finna clap at ya, I ain't asking no questions I don't care at all what you repping No benchpress All these hating n***as been stressed My n***as Walter White in them chem labs ever since all nighters for chem tests And these local rap n***as been pressed Only GQ on my 1s and 2s And all my n***as from the sticks where they unload the clips just cause it ain't nothing to do So what's up with you [] on n***as is the only time I've ever been number 2 How you think you finna come for me when your girl ain't never even cum for you? I remember sleeping in the basement Filling up notebook pages Tryna turn words into tours and payments Tryna bail all my n***as from the cages Tryna make sure my fam was straight but nobody ever told me I would make it Trapping to make them studio payments Tryna find the roof in this piece and then raise it That's facts n***a I'm the best and I put it on wax, n***a You D. Rose with the knee bro and at the free throw, you Shaq n***a I love my locals, swear to God But I feel I'm the head of the pack, n***a They Romo and I'm Dak, n***a Name another n***a that can do that, n***a [Hook: Chris Savage] Gunfire, lead shower, gun powder You can smell it in the air Man down, gun down, blood shed But the public's unaware k** this, rob that, spend that Re-up with a dozen shares Feel this, f** that, no love I feel like I'm Lil Zé