City on Lock (Also Known As 2020)

Текст песни Hit-Boy feat Dom Kennedy, Courtesy of Half-A-Mil, Nas - City on Lock (Also Known As 2020)

Nabeyin, Nabeyin, Nabeyin
Damn, this what it come to?

Think I've been in a maze
15 minutes of fame
I'll put niggas on game
Livin' up to my name
Barrel into ya mouth
I'm knockin' brains out
'Fore I switch up the style, I kick a bitch out

Suit up, then boot up or rule up, I'm too much
Enough's, not enough when you came up from the mud
I ain't believe in you niggas
I'm a real big tipper
My diamonds on glitter, I'm just a real nigga
(I mean, real niggas ain't even gotta say they real)

Throw a 100 in the tank
Up my sleeve got an ace
I done found another way
Whether we back to back in Hondas or the Rolls
I'm rooting for my niggas 'cause we chosen

Nigga we chosen
Money we holdin'
Ice stay frozen
Your bitch open
Got the city on lock now
Got the city on lock

Got the city on lockdown
Nobody move a muscle
Nigga we true to the hustle
Got the city on lock
Got the city on lockdown

See my momma told me, "Don't let these girls get you in trouble"
Blood, sweat, tears to the struggle
Spanish house brown stuck on, pilots tucked
Monte Carlo switch it up
Rally stripes kitted up
Flying down 48th, we just tryin' to live it up

The difference was, I played my part but I never played myself
So women give it up
That's 'cause the kids rappin' now, not as skilled as us
I'm prayin' that they raise the game up

I'm talkin' to everybody, no one in particular
Come around my way, you could sit with us
Black owned stores, sage, and cinema
Credit card purchases the minimum
New raw denim, uh
See I know what the mission was

Nigga we chosen
Money we holdin'
Ice stay frozen
Your bitch open
Got the city on lock now (Yeah)
Got the city on lock (Yeah)

Got the city on lockdown
Nobody move a muscle
Nigga we true to the hustle (Yeah)
Got the city on lock
Got the city on lockdown

They wanted to stop, we come out on top
The oven on hot (The oven on hot)
City on lock
We not with the talk we hit up your spot
This ain't the shit for the radio, party in the hills
Look at the ratio, Louis shades on but I ain't shady though
Came back in this bitch with a crazy flow

I wanna make a toast to the real ones when the bill come
We pull out platinum
I need the black one
So run me my back end
And as far as rapping goes
I'ma have to vote for the kid in the dodger fitted just off style alone
I believe in you niggas
But I'm still that nigga
And my diamonds on glitter
And my jab much quicker

My momma told me
"Son stick to your hustle, stay close to people that love you"
I got the shit off the muscle

Uh
Nas, Hitboy, Dom Kennedy, yeah
Got the city on lock
City on lock
Half-a-mil
Niggas
Uh