FACE THE CITY

Ay
Ay
No slowing down
Right now
No way
Feel like I seen this before
These niggas new in this bitch
Me I'm just true to it
Watch how I move on a board
I'm a king, In a sense
Shit that I seen as a prince
Not fit for a Queen
Then again
Everybody got demons
They hidden
Not a halo
A angel
Or deacon in there
What could save me?
Was thinking a friend
We done seen murder
She wrote it
It's written
No fiction
A fact
What I'm speaking is real
Don't limit my niggas
My niggas, No limit
We pull up with armor
The tank, and The Clipse
Malice
You push me
I'm close to the edge
I was just thinking
Of taking the risk

Face in your palms
Make a decision

Matta fact
Play your position
When I took the bus to the city
You was reluctant to get it
Back when I trusted my vision
59 fifty the fitted, The Cap
You know you fit the description, I sat
I wrote out the way I was living
I mastered the chapter of life
I was penning
Now what is life?
Independence?
Ion gotta fight
For a sentence
Story told long
In the ending
But ima be gone
In the ending
No words
It was all Instrumental
Soul in a song
For a sinner
Four fingers strong
For the city
Four fingers strong
For the city

I don't know where u come from
Where I'm from
Man niggas been numb
Where I'm from yo
Niggas goin' dumb
Where I'm from yo
Niggas goin' dumb