City To City

The city, it blow deep, I know them cold streets Motif is no peace, can't trust the police My momma stay out east, hope that she good though She from Inglewood so she know the hood though Corners we stood on, that's what I stand for Justice for hustlers, I rap and I chant for Cuzzo just got out, that thang on his ankle He seein that corner from a new angle Same ol' to same ol', some days are painful They say be careful, grandma stay prayerful My bros move birds with they eyes on the sparrow You in the ghetto where we never settle The breath of the city, no rest for the weary No stress, it can't hear me, a fist full of fury No dollars, no jewelry, a Chicago story Place that could kill me is one that could cure me Hard to ignore me cause we livin loud now Fire inside me and thangs that go BLAOW BLOAW! Label me wild child, my old man on trial now Yeah I'm the future, but live for the now now Make my momma proud now, we come from that dirt I put in that work, until my back hurt, uh