M@d - Welcome to My City (feat. MD & Bria) lyrics

(Intro) Welcome to My City...b*tch! {laughs} Welcome - to my city {City of Angels, oh!} Let's Go {Ok} (Verse 1: Rock Wright) Red and blue crew life Red and blue crew life, shots in the moonlight n***as swear they from the hood alright Til they come where I'm from and they catch stage fright I'm an easy going n***a all things set aside Yet mama even know I got demons inside So please - don't test it {WESTSIDE!} Mother f**er you guessed it We crazy! Uh, what can I say the city made me I got b**hes tryna save me Like who the f** need saving? I'm Hennessy blaming My n***as in here blazing- Some New Orleans girls, I keep em Cajun Like who the f** you n***as hating? Rock-Wright! Oh, wait that's me, I'm amazing The world I'm retaking (2x) (Hook) Give me the world in my hands I'm taking it all for the glory You're either hunting or you're hunted Are you the predator or prey (Post-Hook) In for the k**ing-in-in for the k**ing {I do it one time for the Ave!} In for the k**ing-in-in for the k**ing {I do it one time for the city!} In for the k**ing-in-in for the k**ing {I do it for the f** n***as who swore to God I'd never make it Well f** it my n***a I'm 'bout to take it} Take off! (Verse 2: MD) That n***a Marcus is a bad man I'm smoking on that bomb like an Afghan My eyes hella low like I'm Pacman You-you know I got flavor I ain't that bland Welcome to the life of an L.A. n***a We wear Chuck's and khaki's no pele (?) n***a And the-way we hustle like we heffay (?) n***a I'm a Third Ave boy, you can't play that n***a When I wake up in the morning my first thought is do it How I make it to tomorrow, how my thoughts is viewing From the city of dreams, what are you pursuing A n***a tryna get the money, what are you accruing (Verse 3: Rock Wright) Down the street from USC, n***a f** a Bruin And a b**h, if you ain't getting money you losing Maravich, I'm like Pete with the shot Living his hard knock, was given a crock pot, and cooked up genius Ya girl fell in love with the penis, like the old Tiger Woods My stroke game good Young Omar Epps, like I'm straight out the wood But I'm Straight Out L.A. running straight to the bank Tryna think of a reason why I smell like dank To explain to my mom, geeking off the bong Young schizo, screaming down Skid Row If you ain't got five for the high, I keep the spliff low Two steppin' out the booth, pockets like a hippo Talk sh** better get low, limbo These hands got work like Kimbo To you she's a celibate, to me she's a nympho So homie stay in that friend zone While I score with your chick, Cam in the endzone Hit dem folks in the p**y, "swear Rocky you a fool But I raised my GPA so I could come back to school for the dick.." ..Yeah! She came back to school for the dick! (Hook) Give me the world in my hands I'm taking it all for the glory You're either hunting or you're hunted Are you the predator or prey (Post-Hook) In for the k**ing-in-in for the k**ing {I do it one time for the Ave!} In for the k**ing-in-in for the k**ing {I do it one time for the city!} In for the k**ing-in-in for the k**ing {I do it for the f** n***as who swore to God I'd never make it Well f** it my n***a I'm 'bout to take it} b*tch!