I don't drink as much as I once did
And nowadays I barely hit a blunt kid
I'm tryna be in touch with my true self
Underneath substances my presence is too stealth
I feel like I be actin' out of character
Lowering my level, tripping, hanging on the banister
I've done too many nights on auto pilot
Bleedin' in the streets when I could've just avoided violence
And plus my cash flow be leakin out
Being broke'll have my mind two steps from tweakin' out
Thinkin' 'bout black gloves, black mask
Black hoodie, black slacks, black gat, black bag shit
Now that's a twisted path for my thoughts to go
I need a new direction, I be speakin' to my oracle
Meditate in darkness til I start to feel my aura glow
Then my inner being sends a message that I ought to know
Man, f*ck this city
We done been here for too long we had enough of this city
Even though we love this city
Gotta get the f*ck out, we can't trust this city
Man, f*ck this city
We done been here for too long we had enough of this city
Even though we love this city
Gotta get the f*ck out, we can't trust this city
The spirit of New York died on 9/11
Just to bring it back, I'm hittin' JFK to fly to heaven
I found paradise on Costa Rican shores
While all these little hipsters taking welcome to the ghetto tours
No metaphors, real spit poetry
Most of these scenesters were not bred locally
Hopefully, it changes soon, yeah right, guess again
More and more the native people are a rare specimen
The irony in me not being Iroquois
I gotta listen closer to the spirits for a clearer voice
Try to block the city out but I can hear the noise
Frustrated to the point that leave or stay are nowhere near a choice
That's the pickle that I'm living in
A big sour apple, I can smell the shit it's dripping in
That's why my style's raw like sewage
Juxtaposed against the way I flip the clear water fluid
Man, f*ck this city
We done been here for too long we had enough of this city
Even though we love this city
Gotta get the f*ck out, we can't trust this city
Man, f*ck this city
We done been here for too long we had enough of this city
Even though we love this city
Gotta get the f*ck out, we can't trust this city
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I don't drink as much as I once did
And nowadays I barely hit a blunt kid
I'm tryna be in touch with my true self
Underneath substances my presence is too stealth
I feel like I be actin' out of character
Lowering my level, tripping, hanging on the banister
I've done too many nights on auto pilot
Bleedin' in the streets when I could've just avoided violence
And plus my cash flow be leakin out
Being broke'll have my mind two steps from tweakin' out
Thinkin' 'bout black gloves, black mask
Black hoodie, black slacks, black gat, black bag shit
Now that's a twisted path for my thoughts to go
I need a new direction, I be speakin' to my oracle
Meditate in darkness til I start to feel my aura glow
Then my inner being sends a message that I ought to know
Man, f*ck this city
We done been here for too long we had enough of this city
Even though we love this city
Gotta get the f*ck out, we can't trust this city
Man, f*ck this city
We done been here for too long we had enough of this city
Even though we love this city
Gotta get the f*ck out, we can't trust this city
The spirit of New York died on 9/11
Just to bring it back, I'm hittin' JFK to fly to heaven
I found paradise on Costa Rican shores
While all these little hipsters taking welcome to the ghetto tours
No metaphors, real spit poetry
Most of these scenesters were not bred locally
Hopefully, it changes soon, yeah right, guess again
More and more the native people are a rare specimen
The irony in me not being Iroquois
I gotta listen closer to the spirits for a clearer voice
Try to block the city out but I can hear the noise
Frustrated to the point that leave or stay are nowhere near a choice
That's the pickle that I'm living in
A big sour apple, I can smell the shit it's dripping in
That's why my style's raw like sewage
Juxtaposed against the way I flip the clear water fluid
Man, f*ck this city
We done been here for too long we had enough of this city
Even though we love this city
Gotta get the f*ck out, we can't trust this city
Man, f*ck this city
We done been here for too long we had enough of this city
Even though we love this city
Gotta get the f*ck out, we can't trust this city
And nowadays I barely hit a blunt kid
I'm tryna be in touch with my true self
Underneath substances my presence is too stealth
I feel like I be actin' out of character
Lowering my level, tripping, hanging on the banister
I've done too many nights on auto pilot
Bleedin' in the streets when I could've just avoided violence
And plus my cash flow be leakin out
Being broke'll have my mind two steps from tweakin' out
Thinkin' 'bout black gloves, black mask
Black hoodie, black slacks, black gat, black bag shit
Now that's a twisted path for my thoughts to go
I need a new direction, I be speakin' to my oracle
Meditate in darkness til I start to feel my aura glow
Then my inner being sends a message that I ought to know
Man, f*ck this city
We done been here for too long we had enough of this city
Even though we love this city
Gotta get the f*ck out, we can't trust this city
Man, f*ck this city
We done been here for too long we had enough of this city
Even though we love this city
Gotta get the f*ck out, we can't trust this city
The spirit of New York died on 9/11
Just to bring it back, I'm hittin' JFK to fly to heaven
I found paradise on Costa Rican shores
While all these little hipsters taking welcome to the ghetto tours
No metaphors, real spit poetry
Most of these scenesters were not bred locally
Hopefully, it changes soon, yeah right, guess again
More and more the native people are a rare specimen
The irony in me not being Iroquois
I gotta listen closer to the spirits for a clearer voice
Try to block the city out but I can hear the noise
Frustrated to the point that leave or stay are nowhere near a choice
That's the pickle that I'm living in
A big sour apple, I can smell the shit it's dripping in
That's why my style's raw like sewage
Juxtaposed against the way I flip the clear water fluid
Man, f*ck this city
We done been here for too long we had enough of this city
Even though we love this city
Gotta get the f*ck out, we can't trust this city
Man, f*ck this city
We done been here for too long we had enough of this city
Even though we love this city
Gotta get the f*ck out, we can't trust this city
Writer: Anthony Scott
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