Songtexte Out Da City - Davy Fresh

Young and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Got more rich, more famous
Remember we use to be brainless
But shit changed
And I switch lanes
In a 2020 something
Only good weed what I'm really smoking
Call me Puff Daddy when I roll it up
Yea them fresh kids
But we growing up
Too much money
To be folding up
All that d'usse
I be throwing up
I ain't giving up
No, we don't give fuck
And we just sitting here
Trying win, try not to sin
High off weed and lots gin
So much smoke, need oxygen
Steady taking yo Benjamins
Back when I wasn't popping
Before you put me in your playlist
Top 10
I roaming round the block
With Glock then
Trying to run from the cops
Who was stoping
My money from the fiends
Who was coping
All them niggas on the highway capping
I'm the only nigga rapping and stacking
Y'all barely got money from the trapping
Damn sure ain't get it from the rapping
Now they call me Spielberg with the action
I can direct, edit your block
Erase all y'all bum ass niggas from top
So who lit?
Who hot, who not?
Who the bad boy nigga on the block?
Make way for the new regime
Been at this shit since a teen

If you want it then I got it
We be all up on your block
Middle finger to the law
I ain't never gonna stop
I ain't never had a lot
Now I'm balling out a lot
I be really in the city
Fuck around and find out
I was a poor lil nigga
Now I'm fucking off a lot
Down on Richmond highway
Turn your girl into a...
Yea, I'm really out the city
Fuck around and find out
Yea, I'm really out the city
Fuck around and find out

Rich and famous
Ain't too many people make it out
From the highway
But I made a route
Still ain't get my flowers yet
Niggas hating on me in my own set
That's why I roll up my own ses
Trying to get more green
That's more weed
More checks
No shit
(Nigga, no shit)
Nigga you should too
If you knew
What this game a do to you
Been in this shit since '12
Can't believe all of the bullshit
That I went through
Now I keep all my kids in Nike fit
Gotta pay a nigga good for a outfit
Dallas pay me good money for this hot shit
Fresh kids be the label that drops shit
Few rap niggas know they can't stop shit
On sidelines hating, Just watching
Thank y'all niggas coming out
Tried to steal my sound but I switched it up
Ain't no way the money running out
Trying to compete with the king
Now you fucking up
Yea, I came from the bottom
Now I'm blowing up
I just kept going
Never giving up...
Shit, lyrically
Niggas can't see me
Fuck it
Nigga gon buy the trees
Roll the trees
Smoke the trees
Ain't got a degree
But I made more money
Than the niggas who
Graduated from my muthafuckin High School
It's all good
Nigga, gotta thank pro tools
I'm just going super saiyan like Goku
I'm just keeping it real
Just like I'm supposed to

If you want it then I got it
We be all up on your block
Middle finger to the law
I ain't never gonna stop
I ain't never had a lot
Now I'm balling out a lot
I be really in the city
Fuck around and find out
I was a poor lil nigga
Now I'm fucking off a lot
Down on Richmond highway
Turn your girl into a...
Yea, I'm really out the city
Fuck around and find out
Yea, I'm really out the city
Fuck around and find out