Sean Baggot - 1 City lyrics

(Intro) Roll you up get it lit, aight 23690 half the population been blinded by conformity/ While the other half could still complains about authority/ But they k**in the majority of the minority/ Civil disbelief dealing with diversity/ Civil disbelief dealing with immensity/ But all of these big words won't get the message through/ So I can seal it but motherf**ers want to steal it/ Verbal shots at me and I don't got a shield it/ I do this for 1 city I don't care if you don't feel it/ Because since I was seven I've dreamt for this moment/ But I was given power and I thought that I could hold it/ But I turn to the bottle that's Hennessey/ I'm dealing with some dark thoughts and some psychopathic tendencies/ I would drink a 5th for the remedy/ I'm giving shots so I can see the blood for my enemies/ I'm bankin on the plug that got me seven g's for a couple pleas/ Lockin up on trial for seventy years/ Social ethics disappear it's sad because all of your peers wanna see your f**ing tears/ [Bridge] And that's as blunt as it gets/ (that's right) But I'm not like others who rap about blunts and a**ets/ All these fake rappers gotta lie about their balance/ Or lie about their legal status put the city on the atlas/ Just to get credit when it's due (I do it) Just to get credit with revenue/ Do it like me yeah I came from the avenue/ But play a beat on and watch me follow through with/ (Verse 2) 16 bars to the neck, (yeah aye) k**ing motherf**ers so you better hit the deck/ I could double tap that trigger and I'd watch your body stiffen/ I said I'd be back but these motherf**ers didn't listen/ I hope they take attendance at the crucible/ Cuz a real k**er will show up to the victim's funeral/ I'm screaming present, with the presence of mind/ He's a born k**er M.E. says the COD is undefined/ While the pistols popping panties dropping while I'm in the cut, so deep they say that stitches won't heal the pain/ Yeah the booze copping traffic stopping while I'm in the cut, so deep they say that b**hes won't feel the rain/ yeah What you need baby I got you For God forgive me for my childish ways/ I look outside and all the clouds are grey/ I love you God help me/ [Deepest Thoughts] I don't need fuse for combustion/ I don't abuse my drug consumption/ But what's my life behind the action the distraction let alone my satisfaction/ Cuz I'm seven deep f**ing with the 12 Greek k**ing off the fleet/ Half a dozen to the other that's 18 bodies that I'm accounted for you astounded who*e/ My image concealed like a B23R Chrome, I keep it for the phenes who step into the wrong home/ Cuz I can't trust a b**h farther than I can throw em/ If we talkin marijuana I could roll one blow one, if we talking poetry I could flow one/ Flow like the Mississippi k**ing anyone in the vicinity/ No one has the superior ethnicity, no civility/ I've seen my blood flow like viscosity/ 10/7/98 first breath my last d**h momma sent me to the wrong address/ He's a libra zodiac sign straight out of the urethra/ I have a way with words but I wanna fly away with the birds/ So I can defecate on Caleb when he masterbates/ Pop a xanny when I pop a head a**a**inates/ I'm sedated like K2 but I'm high like my jays flew/ But you are now entering the perspective behind the smile down to the membrane/ But my momma knows all I need is a square and some butane/ I spark another one like DJ Khaled I got an ounce straight from Cali/ Some protesters at a rally and sotomy inside an ally/ (Dusty Thompson) What are your deepest thoughts my savior was nailed to a cross/