In the City

What do you want from me?
I want you to quit
Well I find it very interesting that it's okay for me to risk
My life so you can wear this Gucci draws proof-re—bullshit!
But now that your stomach is full and you ain't hungry no more
All of a sudden it's okay for you to tell me it's time to quit?
What's the matter? Gucci ain't your style no more?

I spit my flows real deep, catch my lingo
I'm like a wide receiver, ocho cinco
With headbutts to the tempo, let's keep it simple
So you can copy a nigga like Kinkos
I'm ready to mingle, I'm living single
I'm a star, call me Ringo

E unchained, Django
My pockets full of chips like they Pringles
I'm from the inner city, used to living gritty
From rags to riches, you can ask the hood committee
A nigga big-headed and my attitude is shitty
Smoking on that good with bitches that's hella pretty
I see your eyes, you wanna ride
Sing my song baby, uh, you looking fly
'Cause I keep it live, my life do or die
I represent my city 'til the day I die, let's go

I got my pockets on fat, I got my pockets on fat
I got my pockets on, pockets on, pockets on fat
I got a burner on my lap, I'm a, I'm a pimp
I'm a, I'm a pimp, pockets on fat
I got my pockets on fat, I got my pockets on fat
I got my pockets on, pockets on, pockets on fat
I got a burner on my lap, I'm a, I'm a pimp
I'm a, I'm a pimp, smoking on that green

So what you on Robertson Boulevard for?
Trying to show them bougie folks how to burn dough

Pulling up at the light just to drop your top
Dumping ashes in front of the motorcycle cop

On the phone with your homegirl talking loud
'Bout how you 'bout to spend another couple thou'
You live the big shot lifestyle in the Benz
Convinced a couple dudes to help you silicone your twins
Fifty shopping bags, Bluetooth, and Jamba Juice

Dropped out of food 'cause of new boots
Worth a little bit more to you than your future
No matter how many C-notes your parents shoot ya
You's a spoiled brat, whining like an alley cat
Louis bags full of cosmetics like you work at MAC
What car? No, she exchange deep throat
For a new speedboat and complimentary mink coat

I got my pockets on fat, I got my pockets on fat
I got my pockets on, pockets on, pockets on fat
I got a burner on my lap, I'm a, I'm a pimp
I'm a, I'm a pimp, pockets on fat
I got my pockets on fat, I got my pockets on fat
I got my pockets on, pockets on, pockets on fat
I got a burner on my lap, I'm a, I'm a pimp
I'm a, I'm a pimp, smoking on that green

Yo, my bitch she like to eat brains, just like a walking dead
She a good girl, and a freak in the bed
She can spread them legs just like a sandwich spread
I sold the game with a needle and a thread
My words are written with a sharp lead
I spit flame, my name widespread
I smoke blunts and my eyes turn red
I'm the neighborhood Pillsbury 'cause I bake bread
No cupcakes, but I be the hostess
I keep my friends close and my enemies the closest

My prescription, ER be the dopest

LA finest, city of the hopeless
Check my deposition, plenty for the bloggers
My primary color all blue like the Dodgers
I don't switch shit, I only hit the pussy harder
I got that horsepower like a Dodge Charger

I got my pockets on fat, I got my pockets on fat
I got my pockets on, pockets on, pockets on fat
I got a burner on my lap, I'm a, I'm a pimp
I'm a, I'm a pimp, pockets on fat
I got my pockets on fat, I got my pockets on fat
I got my pockets on, pockets on, pockets on fat
I got a burner on my lap, I'm a, I'm a pimp
I'm a, I'm a pimp, smoking on that green