Heart Of The City by Ghostwridah
Momma, look I�m everything I said I�ll always be
And I ain�t always right, but I am always me
And if they hard to see me winning, get your bi-focus
I�m in the tele-tube, women hope they buy focal
Into my focus imma set the city straight
I�m meeting good, it�s only right, my niggas get a
plane
I put this bars in the figure A, listen close
He fucked you with that Garry Coleman, I got different
strokes
See, that�s a little humor, we might as well laugh
So many bars, I got to walk around with bale cash
We like it curse you niggers blowing on that frail
grass
And getting brains like a son of four at yell class
This is the life that I�m living and like the older
momma happy
She takes pictures of everything that I bought her
She sends them to her friends like �look what my baby
got me�
I think against they come don�t fuck me don�t sell me
copies.
It�s like I�m dreaming
But my eyes are wide open
Still everything is perfect
I�m comfortable but I ain�t resting.
So I am hostile, just to make a living
They say that home is where the heart is
Heart of the city.
I live for the come up from breakfast to supper
And I try to grab my stomach from the pains and the
hunger
36 ounces have but ten housin�, old school shower, be
easy on the my hood
Grows hood salad, chop a scene palace
Heart of the city, niggers beyond average
Hip hop savage, princes got chariots
Heart of my arms are my arms of rush, lavage
And teens just to come upon some richest
Money in my heart but my landlord trippin�
And me and my plug got attention and nowadays it is
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