Lyrics City (feat. Angie) - Army Regime

I could show you how it feels when you the realist in the city
Gotta plan to touch a million bet my nigga′s touch it with me
I can never trust these bitches cuz they always moving iffy
Saw so many nigga's folded I thank my God for who still with me
Yea
I got so much on my mind I can′t sleep
All these tears in my eyes I can't see
I gotta give it to God no plan b
Keep the real on my side they can't leave

They couldn′t walk a mile in my shoes
Been broken-hearted since a nigga seen Gemeyl in a tomb
It′s early morning brainstorming then its clouds in the room
A fucking loner yet a popular dude
They think they know a nigga
I thought these nigga's was my brothers but they boa constrictors
And then forget about your ass unless they won′t remember
They'd rather wait for you to die then maybe post a picture
For some sympathy likes
I mean I′m meant to be liked my pen is the envious enemies spite.
My table reserved Reserve the drink no Henny on ice
The music booming and the weed is the finest
Character talks the only way to speak in the silence
I need no reminders

I could show you how it feels when you the realist in the city
Gotta plan to touch a million bet my nigga's touch it with me
I can never trust these bitches cuz they always moving iffy
So many nigga′s folded I thank my God for who still with me
Yea
I got so much on my mind I can't sleep
All these tears in my eyes I can't see
I gotta give it to God no plan b
I keep the real on my side they can′t leave

I ain′t riding alone
My nigga solid got a problem guess I gotta be wrong
I take the burden cuz he gotta be strong
I'll be the peace and roll the tree the weed it gotta be strong
Don′t gotta belong
My pockets be Long
I body a song
Your card getting drawn
You bitches lost you rather copy along
This is just a reminder you bitches talk your heiress
I'm in the mob and we bias don′t care for cost get the finest
We been the cause for the riot
Tell Trizzy talk to the pilot
Jet lagged we coasting and vibing
I said I'm riding ain′t lying
I got some bitches who riding
I got some bitches who envy
Never make it a problem
You bitches pockets are empty

I could show you how it feels when you the realist in the city
Gotta plan to touch a million bet my nigga's touch it with me
I can never trust these bitches cuz they always moving iffy
So many nigga's folded I thank my God for who still with me
Yea
I got so much on my mind I can′t sleep
All these tears in my eyes I can′t see
I gotta give it to God no plan b
I keep the real on my side they can't leave