City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone
Aye, born in the middle of the West
Lil nigga, living in the middle of death
Raised around killers, that’s why little impress
Outside white folks, it must sound I’m a little oppressed
And I’m sorry my niggas, but I think you the best
You don’t need no Khaled, because that’s on me, valid
Let me push my brother, we don’t need no malice
Niggas raised in the projects, now they gon’ need a palace
Niggas want JJ’s, don’t eat salads
Fourteen with a AK, and he’ll let a nigga have it
Fireworks in Capetown, man it’s so tragic
Fireworks on the lake front, that shit look like Magic
City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
