Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song From the City to the Town, artist - Neef Buck. Date of issue: 29.03.2018
Song language: English
From the City to the Town |
| Uh, and all I did was show a nigga love |
| I ain’t run off on the plug when I was getting cuffed a dub |
| So, what I look like burning you for some money? |
| And, out of all numbers, 3,500? |
| Me and Wop laughed so hard, I hurt my stomach |
| Got me fucked up, I got shirts that cost that much |
| You know they get more views when they act all tough |
| That nigga blocked me then dissed me, enoughs' enough |
| What the fuck? |
| Hahaha, Hey Jumbo, I’m back! |
| Let it breathe though, right here |
| You know the blessed don’t beef with the miserable |
| It’s cuz being insecure is so typical |
| It’s rogers |
| Uh, I’m Muslim first so my heart still loves you |
| How you back bite someone that you once called your brother? |
| Jay, Beans, then it was me |
| He just seeking for attention if someone ask me |
| Don’t let the bros do that, you know the hoes do that |
| I looked out for you more than once and that’s a fact |
| You came home, I sat you down, gave you game, that was priceless |
| Cuz, my heart is so pure, I’m just righteous, like this! |
| You know you gotta have more than you show |
| And, speak less than you know |
| I’m just the type to dip when the vibes switch |
| Until my kind come back around |
| Ha |
| Every week, you’re in a different beef |
| You dealing with some demons |
| Pride and arrogance like you once wasn’t semen |
| Me and my bro straight, we forgave those who burnt us |
| We don’t gossip or talk about shit that don’t concern us |
| I ain’t trying to war, even though my paper straight |
| I hustle for my last name and cop real estate |
| We up on food trucks, burger bank |
| I ain’t trying to be somebody that I know I ain’t! |
| Hey, to tell the truth man |
| I think social media fucked up the streets more than crack did |
| If a friend turn into an enemy, he probably been hating |
| First, they diss you on social and squash it |
| And wanna post you |
| And then, it always come from niggas that you’re close to |
| Smarten up youngin', you gotta know that’s corny |
| They start to believe their own lies, and gotta stick to their story |
| Divide and conquer, huh? |
| I guess it’s the game |
| But, you niggas ain’t' really worth me saying your name |
| Ha, So, I guess I’ll just stay in my lane |
| And sell this music and these clothes like I sold cocaine |
| Lames! |
| I am, trust me, I do |
| Uh, one thing about feelings, you can’t turn them off and on |
| So when I seen you months later, I extended my arm |
| And, you shook my hand back, I knew it was just rap |
| I never did nothing to dislike about me |
| You would of thought I was a stranger how you talk about me |
| Confusing the people, you should see how you look |
| When you was in the cage, I paid all your books |
| Wanted me to vouch for the shit you said beans had took! |