Todd Marshall - The City lyrics

[Hook] Shout to DJ Screw, all I wanted was some swangers Shout to DJ Drama, all I wanted was a gangster grill Shout to DJ Screw, all I wanted was some swangers Shout to DJ Drama, all I wanted was a gangster grill [Interlude] All I wanted was some swangers All I wanted was some swangers All I wanted was a gangster grill All I wanted was some swangers [Verse 1] Young n***a had big dreams, box Caprice, candy paint Pull up on the scene with the mixed bred, puerto rican, Spanish thang I just want to make buku, everything new-new Wanna do a show in Honolulu Feeling like I'm talking to myself with this new truth Like a n***a walking with the Bluetooth I'm important to the city, riding down Jordan lane, Jordan of the city Going through growing pains, growing in the city One day you might pop Concords in a fitted Next day, locked with the ward in the prison Top floor can you hear me? I'm just tryna do right by God 30,000 feet up in the air I swear a young n***a feel right by God I remember we was rapping through cubase,uncut like ScHoolboy Q's face Use to cover our zits with the toothpaste, airforce ones, switching up the shoelace Imma heal the world, Michael Jackson These n***as funny, Michael Blackson After a while you get tired of closed doors, time to open up I heard “pysch” so much I went psychopathic! [Hook] [Verse 2] And I still got big dreams, the best weed, seats plush Banging that Doe B trap music, something's banging in the trunk Young n***a this the Marshall Mathers type of sh** I k**ed it dog, Michael Vick I built it all, I'm like a brick I didn't own no pot to piss, was hanging on apostrophes I just want to cop a 6, eliminate the competition Complicate the common sense, and compilate the compliments And thinking back I'm like (Shout to DJ Screw, all I wanted was some swingers) Conversate anonymous, and contemplate hypothesis A weed smoke esophagus, an Alabama narcissist Shake it like it's Parkinson's, I bought my car I'm marketing I'm hard to miss, I'm calling on a conference of all of my accomplices When n***as talking sh**, I'm off the bridge, confiscate your confidence And obligate the audience, and show em' buying J's is not accomplishment! Young n***a this HuntsVegas [HUNTSVEGAS], back in middle school we was lunch takers But in the rap game we the undertakers, young n***a [Hook] + [Interlude] [x2]