Into the city where it all began You gotta move, you gotta move Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Time you gotta move When you, you gonna move to the city? Aw, child, ain't it a pity? Sometimes it gets too shitty Come on and hit me You pack your bags

This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it Miss me with that bullshit (Bullshit) You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist) I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist) I made a hundred

The man with the plan, I ain't playing, I'm 'bout business Lil Kodak had to get it off the Land, talking Disney You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney Floating on a Xan, swear to God it got me dizzy Project baby, I remember eating

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Get to point blank range and fire I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich Motherfucker get in the way of my bread Then I'm goin'

Know a nigga gotta talk my shit I ain't think twice, I paid that price and we did this, nigga Look, reached every goal I actually set I had to sit back down and rearrange that list, nigga Look, and now I'm out here gettin' rich You know a nigga gotta

If you're feelin' what I'm feelin' let's mix it up, You got my number baby hit me up, If you need a little late night pick me up, We ain't gotta make up just kiss me, We could straight up blame it on the whiskey, You ain't gotta wake up and miss me, no,

Try me in the afternoon, bet you just can't get enough Try me in the evening, satisfaction guaranteed Ain't we all just looking for some loving tonight? Got a crazy feeling that I've hit you just right So try me in the morning when the sun comes rising

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

Who want to get involved with us? Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you ain't hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it Break

I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball I don't need no friends, I just wanna win I got this new Benz and it's all I need She listen to her friends, they wanna get in She don't understand that they'll slob on me If I let 'em, ain't gon'