Lyrics

City life under city lights can be a shitty life If you don't play your cards right, rode the seven all night I still don't envy popstars, and I don't envy cokeheads in undercover cop cars Mumbling through locked jaws, insanity, every man think he's allah akbar But all these gods, i don't believe in none of that shit A chip tooth prophet taught me that your facts were backwards Nothing afterwards ever hit me quite like that verse Affects were adverse, got me putting cash first But in the end what's a Bentley to a black hearst And even though fiction sells I chose to kept the facts first I dove in the water face first to quench that thirst I give a fuck about your clothes, mix your tracks first But still I get fly, only cause I have to, and hit broads from long range like I'm Wesley Matthews Blazing trails was the only option since I passed you