Wishlade - Back to the City lyrics

[Chorus/Intro: Sylvan LaCue] Back to the city, yeah I gotta do more for my n***as Gotta do more for my n***as I gotta do more for my n***as, Ohh Back to the city, yeah I gotta do more for my n***as Gotta do more for my nggas I gotta do more for my n***as, Ohh I swear to god, I swear to god I swear to god Imma be the one I swear to god Imma be the one Imma be the one to get the job done, Ohh I swear to god, I swear to god I swear to god Imma be the one I swear to god Imma be the one Imma be the one to get the job done [Verse 1: Sylvan LaCue] Uh, one time for the [?] Uh, [?] Ninety five, round five going ninety five Felt the breeze when a young n***a pa** by, skirrt No time for letting cash fly, (No) Nothin' like the [?] (No) But [?] Could of done it for the city now they pa**ed prime (I will n***a) n***as had to treat it like a pastime (Pastime) Swear to god it'll be the last time (Last time) Last time 'know I said it'd be the last time Had to get a couple bags, open up the cash line (Ha) Glad I hid the check now Like you been missin' my n***a let's bring it back 'round (Bring it back 'round) You went from k**in' and chillin' all in the background I guess I had a lot time to roam, I need to come back home [Chorus: Sylvan LaCue] Back to the city, yeah I gotta do more for my n***as Gotta do more for my n***as I gotta do more for my n***as, Ohh Back to the city, yeah I gotta do more for my n***as Gotta do more for my nggas I gotta do more for my n***as, Ohh I swear to god, I swear to god I swear to god Imma be the one I swear to god Imma be the one Imma be the one to get the job done, Ohh I swear to god, I swear to god I swear to god Imma be the one I swear to god Imma be the one Imma be the one to get the job done [Verse 2: Sylvan LaCue] Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh Brother Leary Kid gave 'em a little history I'm from the city of gold teeth and mangoes Screaming f** the other side anything goes And don't nobody give a f** about the Po-Po's Them n***as ready to k** fast and talk slow And as a youngin' I'd ride with my auntie Momma started driving ninety five still haunts me Then we came home momma's eyes got low Blowin' them bowls, black eyes all swoll' Had to leave the crib I was five yeas old Moma told me where you going [?] I don't know All I know is right right now baby (We ride) All the way to Oprah like I had me all up in the [?] with it I was back like (Yee Haw!!) Pullin' up the 187 Miami got it Sugar water with the Mayonnaise Sandwich [?] I couldn't stand it [?] used to have a n***a scared Momma kept me in the crib, don't want no damage On the plug for months, she started scrambling Food stamps and love, that's how we managed A trick had the whole hood on swole, the hood on swole The thug holidays made a trap feel like gold Blacked out, I had an anthem for [?] [?] I been all around the world goin' hard for show Imma be the one to rise when the cards are low But no matter where I roam when I'm all alone This is always home, it's where I had to go, Ohh [Chorus: Sylvan LaCue] Back to the city, yeah I gotta do more for my n***as Gotta do more for my n***as I gotta do more for my n***as, Ohh Back to the city, yeah I gotta do more for my n***as Gotta do more for my nggas I gotta do more for my n***as, Ohh I swear to god, I swear to god I swear to god Imma be the one I swear to god Imma be the one Imma be the one to get the job done, Ohh I swear to god, I swear to god I swear to god Imma be the one I swear to god Imma be the one Imma be the one to get the job done, Ohh [Outro] Location, Miami, Florida Time, 6:24 PM With travel comes experience And with experience comes new found perception Let us not forget what home means The chase for what we feel will validate our worth can also become the reason we seek to remember who we are What is a man without his home? What is a man without the foundation that was set for him? Remember the words that were once spoken No matter how far you travel, from the first breath to dearly departed Never forget where you came from, always remember where you started