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Life in the city is not pretty
It like a waste of your time

[Verse 1: Ortiz]
Trojans cause the bust faster
No font on no backwood, Dutchmaster
Fit for handing a radio on
I don't come from a wack hood with a Dutch
Ten speed in a black hood, a gun clapper
We chop fair ones 'till someone collapsed of asthma
Before this I a lifestyle like "fuck rappers"
A trapper up after duck with the cut cracker
up under the tongue, who want a buck half of
That's a smiley face on cheek, stitch 'em up laughter
I son 'cause he walked through with a rough hatter
in the store and stepped on my Timbs and made 'em scuff faster
These niggas 'bout that life, bunch of young actors
Play the part when you see me, say "What up Scrapper?"
See you ain't got to me but you will respect me
Everytime you say you the nicest, boy, you me
Christ I'm a crisis, you a sip of Pepsi
Little buds, little at the tip of a Nestle
I my own horn, I'm Dizzy Gillespie
And I my city correctly (YAOWA)

Life in the city is not very
It seems like a waste of your

2: Joell Ortiz]
One, two, my project gritty, extra far from
Staircase sloppy pissy and the lobby
And I keep a with me looking good
My niggas can't leave the country, I bring the to the hood
Let's go - my real name my rap shit, I make believe
nigga who got this break is still breaking knees
I'm still playing Cee-Lo and the is cheese
Eight G's I [?] better, feel Vegas breeze?
of the gutter, no father, just a mother
Know you running, but run
you hear me say "Word to my mother"
Your boy is extra thorough, ask my
When I'm in they go nuts
You little squirrels buy a referral
These niggas won't cause they can't so they copy
Bitches with best friend be yelling "Go Papi"
Y'all niggas got Freshmen feelin' so cocky
But it's just a bunch of and a nobody
Just cause you write rhymes don't you rhyme right
You a light-high, don't jump and become a
Loose sight of your hind legs and live in
Cause you aight, but you ain't quite like (YAOWA)