Whoo, black diamond Picture's only begun Got you under their thumb Out on the streets for a living Your day is sorrow and madness Out on the street for a living Darkness will fall on the city It seems to follow you too

But don't remind me of home, Have to change. I know some things have There's everywhere I'd rather Go. It's true that some things And don't remind me of home, Or I might notice where I am. It's true that some things

You must be famous, famous Welcome to your name in lights You can't spell fame, without me And may my Hall of Fame speech be short and sweet Like "Thank God, fuck fame and thank me" I'ma be on the TV mama Different city every night (oh my God, I must be

I was born, born to love you So don't lie I was born in the city all my friends are here Bust through the door said what's your name Looking for somebody and you match the shame Now don't lie You've seen me television and you know what's up The world's

They gon' think I won a Grammy I'm showing out, they can't stand me Tell me how you really feel Whole city going crazy Swerving off, Panoramic I'm hanging out, they can't stand me I'm swerving out, they can't stand me

Won't we see once again In foreign soil, in foreign land Who will guide us through the end, oh Only in the way you want it Only on the day you want it Only with your understanding and every single day you want it City with the weight upon it City in the

It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week

'Round and 'round they go Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Than to get down in a hole 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Rather be strapped and ride with a pole Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin' from the top 'Round and 'round they

They wanna see me in the cage, I'd rather see me in a Wraith I'm motivation on the 'Gram I'm going live on these bitches on stage, goddamn Who love the streets? Meek, Meek Who dropping heat? Meek, Meek Who locked the city up, pull up in that Bentley

Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring Walk in the club with a diamond chain Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring Pinky ring, pinky ring Everybody die solo, everybody die solo We finna make history Carol City in this m'fucka Lil Pump, what's up? I started right