Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song City of Gold, artist - Seven. Date of issue: 03.11.2016
Song language: English
City of Gold |
| Riiiight |
| Deuce! |
| Nothing but trouble, what they gonna do with us? |
| Street’s a motherfucker, ain’t no tellin who to trust |
| I told em show me the money, I wanna see it all |
| Been around the world twice, nigga I done seen it all |
| Motivation — grind long as it takes |
| This shit cutthroat, nobody is safe |
| I put my city on my back, nigga no matter the weight |
| And while I’m at it might as well give em something to hate |
| Lil gold chains, diamonds are forever til a nigga gone |
| I notice they don’t pay attention til a nigga on |
| Sex, money and drugs — I call it rock n roll |
| I was brought up one way, nigga coppin dro |
| I front myself and get it on the back yea |
| Woke up hung, movin set, tonight I’m goin back |
| Another day, another dollar, another night of weed and vodka |
| Ain’t no promising tomorrow so I’m tryna put my stuck up |
| I tell em watch my back, not my sack |
| That’s words of wisdom from my homeboy rack |
| If the niggas cut the check then it must be my callin |
| Put yo money up and crist on it, my pull |
| I been down this road before |
| Man, some things never change |
| It’s like you make a little money and people act like they know you |
| It’s funny how things have changed in a year here |
| In the city of gold |
| Gotta hustle to survive |
| Perfect day on the grind |
| Our mission to get nurture |
| Only to live and die |
| In LA… |
| Look, suckers pray, try and stay away from fuckery |
| A man before anything, I fuck with who fuck with me |
| Rain king, yea I weave up up |
| Money, power and respect, nigga we’s the mob |
| I’m on my job 9 to 5 |
| Better yet, 5 to 9, graveyard |
| One in a million, against all odds |
| Little niggas run around this bitch for pays like the city of God |
| Lost angels, mentality is devilish |
| Make the witness disappear as well as all the evidence |
| Somebody call the ambulance, the nigga juicy killin em |
| Used to import the word, split em and deliver em |
| Paid my dues, owe it to myself |
| Street nigga, something I can’t help |
| Glock 26, 9 millie in my belt |
| Gamble with the street and play the cards I was dealt |
| I been down this road before |
| Man, some things never change |
| It’s like you make a little money and people act like they know you |
| It’s funny how things have changed in a year here |
| In the city of gold |
| Gotta hustle to survive |
| Perfect day on the grind |
| Our mission to get nurture |
| Only to live and die |
| In LA… |