Fleur-De-Lis

People fetishise where I'm from, But it's not as glamorous as you think, Claim a ward, now you so antique, But you valued less if you dont speak the speach, Yeah, them Poboys really go boi, And them 2nd lines got history, In many ways, it's the place to be, But if you aint a native, aint shit to see, If you hit Claiborne, and go grab a drink, They celebrating failure under a tree, Take a one way to leave the streets, And they gon take ya life if you dont take the team, Because niggas hate to see you succeed, Jealousy just dont mix with greed, Soul companions turned nemesis, That's how cut throat the city be. Talkin shit to get dirt on me, Nip at my insecurities, Sticks and stones is like law decrees, Words to me is just Words to me, But don't come for mine like you were police, It go down just like Wounded Knee, Burner piece for my burner piece, Burgundy atop Burgundy, So I, Double down on what works for me, Hate is not a great currency, I should be in eternity, Courtesy for my courtesy, No, I aint A Saint I just serve to be, Falling fate wit my sagging jean, I just pray the lord mercy me, Fleur-de-lis on my Fleur-de-lis, God Da-. Yeah yeah, Trapped in the middle of the sea, I just wanna go home, Yeah yeah, Since I been gone, It is not the same city that I know, Yeah yeah, Everybody that done went back, Told me leave that shit alone, Yeah yeah, But I still wanna Go Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah yeah, Trapped in the middle of the sea, Got me missing old days, Yeah, yeah Since I been gone, I know so much of the city done changed, Yeah yeah, How much is the same? Yeah yeah, Light an old flame, Yeah yeah, I just wanna see the Saints Yeah, yeah, yeah, Burgundy atop Burgundy *Burgundy atop Burgundy* Fleur-de-lis on my Fleur-de-lis *Fleur-de-lis on my Fleur-de-lis, It's just* Burgundy atop Burgundy *Burgundy atop Burgundy* Fleur-de-lis on my Fleur-de-lis *Fleur-de-lis on my Fleur-de-lis* Got some accomplishments?, You trinna grow in acknowledgement?, Fit the criteria, if you go back, They gon wipe yo ass like they bounty it, Ya family swear that they miss you, They promise these wonderful things, As soon as you make it back home, you can tell something changed, That love they was giving you isnt the same, People in poverty, struggle and starving, It's not a surprise, to survive they marauding, They think it's just CTC what I'm talking, When I say it's lawless, that's all of New Orleans, I'll always love how my city's defined, The culture, the music, the people inside, But there's nothing for me, but sittin outside, On the levi looking at the skyline. Better people we swear to be, Purposeful but not purposely, Actions speak, and yours mute indeed, Words to me is just words to me, But naw, I cant speak with such urgency, What I'd do for my herd in need, Gurantee to this gurantee, Burgundy atop Burgundy, You see, Even with my adversity, Blessings come with some certainty, All of this just occured to me, Courtesy for my Courtesy, I am, Canonized with my work to be, I need change, but effort's the key, Still I pray the lord mercy me, Fleur-de-lis on my Fleur-de-lis. God da-. Yeah yeah, Trapped in the middle of the sea, I just wanna go home, Yeah yeah, Since I been gone, It is not the same city that I know, Yeah yeah, Everybody that done went back, Told me leave that shit alone, Yeah yeah, But I still wanna Go Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah yeah, Trapped in the middle of the sea, Got me missing old days, Yeah, yeah Since I been gone, I know so much of the city done changed, Yeah yeah, How much is the same, Yeah yeah, Light an old flame, Yeah yeah, I just wanna see the Saints Yeah, yeah, yeah, Burgundy atop Burgundy *Burgundy atop Burgundy* Fleur-de-lis on my Fleur-de-lis *Fleur-de-lis on my Fleur-de-lis, It's just* Burgundy atop Burgundy *Burgundy atop Burgundy* Fleur-de-lis on my Fleur-de-lis *Fleur-de-lis on my Fleur-de-lis*