Lyrics The City - Translee

The City

Shout to DJ Screw, all I wanted was some swangers
Shout to DJ Drama, all I wanted was a gangster grill
Shout to DJ Screw, all I wanted was some swangers
Shout to DJ Drama, all I wanted was a gangster grill
All I wanted was some swangers
All I wanted was some swangers
All I wanted was a gangster grill
All I wanted was some swangers
Young nigga had big dreams, box Caprice, candy paint
Pull up on the scene with the mixed bred, puerto rican, Spanish thang
I just want to make buku, everything new-new
Wanna do a show in Honolulu
Feeling like I’m talking to myself with this new truth
Like a nigga walking with the Bluetooth
I’m important to the city, riding down Jordan lane, Jordan of the city
Going through growing pains, growing in the city
One day you might pop Concords in a fitted
Next day, locked with the ward in the prison
Top floor can you hear me?
I’m just tryna do right by God
30,000 feet up in the air I swear a young nigga feel right by God
I remember we was rapping through cubase, uncut like ScHoolboy Q’s face
Use to cover our zits with the toothpaste, airforce ones, switching up the
shoelace
Imma heal the world, Michael Jackson
These niggas funny, Michael Blackson
After a while you get tired of closed doors, time to open up
I heard «pysch» so much I went psychopathic!
And I still got big dreams, the best weed, seats plush
Banging that Doe B trap music, something’s banging in the trunk
Young nigga this the Marshall Mathers type of shit
I killed it dog, Michael Vick
I built it all, I’m like a brick
I didn’t own no pot to piss, was hanging on apostrophes
I just want to cop a 6, eliminate the competition
Complicate the common sense, and compilate the compliments
And thinking back I’m like
(Shout to DJ Screw, all I wanted was some swingers)
Conversate anonymous, and contemplate hypothesis
A weed smoke esophagus, an Alabama narcissist
Shake it like it’s Parkinson’s, I bought my car I’m marketing
I’m hard to miss, I’m calling on a conference of all of my accomplices
When niggas talking shit, I’m off the bridge, confiscate your confidence
And obligate the audience, and show em' buying J’s is not accomplishment!
Young nigga this HuntsVegas, back in middle school we was lunch takers
But in the rap game we the undertakers, young nigga