Lyrics Strange Land - Quilly, City Rominiecki

Strange Land

Stange land, in the midst of trouble
Uh, yeah, 50 missed calls, a 100 text messages
Treated me like peasant
Now they call me cuz I’m relevant
Ridin' to my shows, Mordecai like the President
Uh, digital ruler;
still measuring
5 star dishes, etiquette, real elegance
Still eat at the (?) to remind me when I was sellin' nicks
Came along way from standin' on the corner
Just to make sure I eat breakfast, I would stand until the mornin'
I used to grind for kicks, I ain’t asking my mom for shit
Think back, when I was 16, trappin' for pun
Before school let out, my whole package was done
Fuck that, I want my own shit
Started wit a 3.5, I want my own brick
Before my IPhone, chirppin' off the flip phone shit
P95;
chrome shit, open your top;
Dallas cowboy dome shit
These streets are strange but this is all I know
I tried to leave but ain’t no need to go
The cold, the rain, the pain is in my soul
I know, I know, it ain’t no need change
I put my heart in my raps
Wanna hit the chart wit my raps
I was a DJ in the kitchen, man I started from scratch
Matter fact, take em back.
Let it breathe
Talk to em
Matter fact, far as rap
Matter fact, far as trap
Matter fact, far as crack, I ain’t ever lookin' back
Look at me, came from nothin', labels callin'
People want me
Ain’t it funny, do it large, bitches sayin «he got money»
How I end up in that cell?
How I end up in that jail?
How she text me 21 times?
She ain’t even send no mail
How niggas' sayin that I owe them?
Ain’t pay my lawyer or bail
Some people hate just to hate, some people want you to fail
What I do?
Get it poppin', fly away;
Mary Poppins
Pulled off in a foreign, now I see em;
look who watchin'
They say «keys open doors», kick it down;
I ain’t knockin'
I’m on «go», I ain’t stoppin
Bitch I finally got it rockin'!
These streets are strange but this is all I know
I tried to leave but ain’t no need to go
The cold, the rain, the pain is in my soul
I know, I know, it ain’t no need change