Welcome 2 my city

Welcome to the top, where it go down Where the kids outside and the bitches runnin Around Get hit up with that iron for tryin' to spin On my block If you ain't from around here, better move Around now Hottest hood in the city, man, that's why These niggas hate They like, where that boy from Throwin' fours out the gate You know He comin' in, he holla, pussy bitch you know you late Up in class, writin' rhymes, graduated with An A Put a deal front the seat, get hit up with The Drake On my own and I'm a man, do whatever to feed the gang All that fake shit, I ain't with it, drop A bag on a fan Nigga think he's skatin' by, but I'm really on his ass But I'm chillin' with this bitch, tryna take Me a lit plan Like, we gon' catch him like this, no, we gon' catch him with his mans I be on some other shit, so Lolli Air, that's My twin All I wanna do is win, if I lose, play again I be fuckin' all these hoes, different colors, different gins Got a Glock with a switch, let that little nigga ken Cause all he do is bend shit, never fall on his twin Stupid hoe textin' my phone, been to fuckin' again Say I want, but I do, I can't get caught up again Now there no light, now there no house, when I pull up, it's a bin Bitches hittin' on some shit, make it wrong, get in If you got somethin' to say, then fold what I'm in Tried to go and get a cup, I calved and booked up again So I'm chillin' there with Goose and Toast naked I'ma win, long live big round, that nigga told me I'm the one I was just fuckin' ten, read that up and I went dumb Welcome to the top where it go down, where the kids outside And the bitches runnin' around, get hit up with that iron Foot tryin' to spin on my Glock, if you ain't from around here Better move around, nah, hide and sit in the city, man That's why these niggas hate, they like where that boy from Throwin' fours out the gate, you know he comin' in He highly pussy beat, you know you late Up in class writin' rhymes, graduated with an A