Blown lyrics

[Verse: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse]
I be blown in my city, really gone off the sticky
I get blown in my city by the hoes you think is pretty
You ain't known in your city
Pimp, you slipping, you better get with it
Bet you Spitta pop up in a Lamborgini by Christmas
I pop that big sh*t and when I speak, I speak it into existence
Millions upon millions, I'm looking good with it
b*tches know 'bout Spitta, an addict for Tenni's
All my hoes who shop for me know I don't wear white fitteds
Half-baked, Mr. Nice Guy with it
Flow so serious, it's often bitten, blame, I don't place on them
But shame on them, and my name's ringing bells
The winds are changing the air, these n*ggas are not prepared
But the streets are very aware, Spitta is the original
n*ggas got identity crisis, they trying to be similar
The way he kick sh*t you would think Bruce Lee was killing him
Catch my breath and then I go back in
I put on for my city, grind strong for my city
Get that national exposure, bring it home to my city
Grey pea weed highs, great weed we buy
Spirit of the Wright brothers, n*gga we that fly
Yeah
[Outro]
Come on n*gga
Put on for your mother f*cking city if you got to, gangsta
Get it while the getting is good, n*gga
f*ck the bullsh*t, n*gga, I been putting on for my city since f*cking '91, n*gga
And I'm still there, ya heard me
Magnolia ain't there, but guess what?
We still putting on for the city, n*gga
Everywhere I go, n*gga, Magnolia follow me
n*ggas in my heart, n*ggas in my bones, ya heard me
And we putting on for my city
And every other n*ggas city that I go to, n*gga
Put on for your city, gangsta