Party In My City ft. Mac Mizzu and Kasey Metz

Smoke ft. Msayne, Ron E Dee, Tr3 Loco, & Lando Kloud

YaYa (Prod. DeLaZoo)

Lyrics:

Hook (x2):
Bitch I think I need some concentration..yaya
I been on the low I'm so impatient...yaya
Get the fuck up, fuck up out my face..yaya
I'm about to come up so amazing..yaya

Verse:
D-L-Z for the BLM
F-U-C-K 12 and we tell 'em
Federal agents cap, peelin' and shell 'em
I'ma hit the ground quick, but will never tell 'em
"Yes" or "No sir"
But I don't wanna see my face bless a poster
Come with the guns and the knight-sticks, tanks, and they strapped with those
And then they wonder if it's apropos 
So god damn I'm slow for that, you can lose a soul for that
Back before I even put a toe in rap
I was a no money having ass sofa rat 
The rent's coming I'ma need something to hold for that
You know I been broke, pop beans like a Pinto
And you wonder how addiction starts
I got the deep roots yeah it's in my bark
A little more in my bite than in is in my bark
Do this shit I'm finna do, love my girl like a simp would do
Good 'cause the game's not into dude
Got me on the corner like a pimp would do
But shoutout to my pimpin' that be faithful to they women
And shoutout to all my women that be limpin on ya'll feelings
I got 'em and always in 'em, I listen to R&B
The cheapest shit in my system, swig R&R in my teeth
Please rappers go back to basic ya'll gnawing all off these teet
You need to get concentration before you talkin with me...DeLa

Hook (x2):

Verse:

May Allah bless, the one time I believe tryna find my strength 
To proceed with the team if it means that I find unrest every night til I find my flex
Pedals to the head levels, I'm not stressed about ya'll
Fuck ya'll I am not impressed
Ya'll better trust that I might bust out this nest
With buckshots aiming at your neck...
My mind is on that matrix, you are not concentrating
The gift of bullshit boy I'm too damn good at conversation
You isn't tryna make it, it isn't in your nature
It's in by chondroplasia, my alpha and omega
See the income that don't come in?
Time you split drinks with both your friends?
Hoes you know that all stop ho-in'?
When you come round? You can't rope them in big fella
Suck the wind out your propellers
'Cause it's too crowded for any one of ya'll meaning if you tryna fall than the world's gone let ya
Baby boy...knowing that you ain't employed
Knowing that it's shit that you can't afford
Know that's the shit that you came here for
Knowing blog writers that you can't annoy enough to cover your shirt
So you stick to the script flooding his inbox like is that your lick?
But these thieves gone steal and these boys gone scam and these kids gone rap so if that's your shit keep pushin...

Outro

Party In My City ft. Mac Mizzu and Kasey Metz

Levi Nickols

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