(Intro: J-Alta)
We live? Bet
(Verse 1: J-Alta)
f** y'all mad at me for
I just work hard and I dream more
I connect with y'all like IV's
They don't give they all, me I bleed more
I feel I'm bout to blow, thats C4
Expanding my vision, tryna see more
And she getting mad cause that autocorrect
Putting other hoes names on my keyboard
Tryna find myself in the city of oaks
By myself in the city of oaks
Circle of friends gone nonexistent
I'm distant with people I thought that was close
That's old hoes, my old girl, my family and my friends sh**
Everyone that said they was ride or die did suicide on our friendship
Make it rain on a stripper that's how i shed tears
Your man broke ya heart girl I got the fix here
Say you want real but can't recognize sh**
And I can't give the world, if you ain't ready for the sh**
Whoa, uh ready for the sh**
Grinding so hard cause I'm ready for this sh**
Rappers on my plate, and they say I'm moving weight
Cause these others rappers light, but I'm heavy in this b**h uh
Yea, gotta catch the beat
Playing my songs you gon catch the heat
Grew up pretty good but I catch the streets
When they see you bout to eat, they attack with beef
Slight return at Kingdom Kome, and I'm getting love, cause I move substance
One hater still mean mugging, when he near me he don't do nothing
sh** running through my mental
Problem is got no one to vent to
So I get on these beats and I talk to these strangers
And hope they feel what I been through
Yo I'm on the phone with the newspaper, got a model right by my side
I'm just expressing my thoughts while I'm having thoughts of getting that Express off her thighs
Check trying to find myself in the city of oaks
By myself in the city of oaks
Chasing these dreams that are near impossbile
But still I feel that they close
Listen my heart dropping cause I told my mother
That I'm unhappy in this muhf**a
I go to work like I'm wanting that
But I got these bills, ain't made a dime off rap
Huh? I'm thinking f** this
Can't imagine this life that I now been stuck with
Laying in her bed after being in them guts
While she texting back who she in love with
And I got this other girl, every time that she cook for me
Thinking in my head she would be the perfect look for me
And I'd be lying if I said I didn't care
But the f** am I to do when the feelings ain't there
And I got this girl yea couldve beem my next
But every time we talk she be bringing up her ex
I know this other girl yea she could've been the one
But for us to be grown, she be acting so young
Then I got you, I was More than a friend to you
Pick you up just to take you to them interviews
Uh, used to hold yo a** down
Now I take a look around you nowhere to be found
Damn, city of oaks
By myself in the city of oaks
All I ask is you hold on
Cause when we getting bread, we gon toast
Check it, Get cut quick if you on f** sh**
Cause I don't got the time for that dumb sh**
Rather take my mind off these problems
Wrap her legs around, and make her cum quick
Last night I had caught up with Kaleigh
How much we've grown this sh** crazy
Just some Statesville kids with some big dreams
So let's pour some drinks till we wavy
Let's pour some drinks till we wavy
Said let's pour some drinks till we wavy
Just some Statesville kids with some big dreams
So let's pour some drinks till we wavy
Tryna find myself in the city of oaks
By myself in the city of oaks (x3)