City Of God lyrics

[Intro: Francis Bacon]
Interviewer: "Well, how long have you worked here?"
Francis Bacon: "I've been here for years, about 23 years. And it's a kind of dump that nobody else would want, but I can work here."

ZZ on the beat
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Gremlin
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So you might not make it

[Verse]
I, I, I don't fraternize
Medusa stay all in ya eye
When we hit the scene, b*tch we petrify
Came straight out the city of god
White be the bankroll, bandana tie
I can't pus*y-foot, I like to max out
When I'm stressed out I bring that pack out
Take them cans back when we got put out
Damn, put that addy in the Rémy I can't pass out
All these b*tches love me, yea they like to lash out
f*ck that b*tch so good, yea I knocked a lash out
Young n*gga strapped up like the task force
All-black, goddamn, thats a [?]
Knock your head off, you ain't even ask for it
Tell me why you n*ggas wanna be mad fo'
Pop a orange and I get to scrimmage
Doc used to give my little brother Ritalin
You forgot to know that, but I really didn't
Then that n*gga get to shootin' like he Pippen
Left money in the ATM twice, damn
So high, I caught myself slippin'
f*ck the b*tch so good she sent a postcard
Rock the Westy Wood like a Goyard
pus*y so wet, a gangsta sonar
[Outro]
Wildcard b*tches! Yeehaw!