Fleur-De-Lis

People fetishize 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 Damn 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 damn 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