City lyrics

[Intro]
"New Yorkers know the deal, there's no free meal
And nobody's gonna-"
"In a world where graffiti is pretty common..."
"Here on the streets of New York, obviously, you see all kinds of people all the time, you see-"

[Verse 1: Sirah]
Pretty, gritty city
Lit up like some witty kid
[?] different night, same fight and struggle
Try to bite the hustle, tightens the muscle
Clenched jaw, raw
I'll give you freedom if you want more
But you gotta fight for it
Statistically, only one of us is coming out alive
So you gotta strive for it
Right on me, body slam
But do you [?] down
When there's others in line behind you

Burning, desolate, destruction
Crooked cats out front, hustlin'
Cee-lo dice drop, stacking
Strap mags, packing raps, smack packs (ey-yo)
Relaxing distractions contracted, my voice is savage