Naledge from Kidz In The Hall - City of Win lyrics

Verse 1: Kris Bills Fight... Flight I'm in my own lane and hey they still doubt me Fire on my a** I'm glad you bring it out me Now I don't rap no more, I just proudly Let the music speak with beats and me clowning Yeah, Still I gotta go left field Jesus hanging with em guess I know how Mr West feel Brand New Everything, swear I know how Fest feel Liquor, Weed, Rap songs, I know how the best feel Cruising with a shawty jawn, cutie with no make up on Say she love my show tonight and Save You is her favorite song Little back and forth, like ya playing Mini pong On a sega gear, slid her beer, then we get it on Yea, I f** her fast but I come slow She come when I arrive, I guess I run slow Running Running running, cause life's a marathon And it's some haters thats still clutching on they batons Yeah, thats why I treat it like my last go Every flights my last flight, every shows my last show City after City just to try and stack the right dough All about my mouth piece something like a dyke OH Hook: Jae Ali f** What you said I'm winning And this is the beginning I'm good, you can tell em I'm good And i'll be winning this race like I should (Repeat) Verse 2: Naledge Go Ill We bump Pac like he still living Pac was living bet that he do it ill wit him Fair weather wishers, now you gotta deal with him I don't need bandwagon, n***a keep it real with em sh** its brain over brawn Steady giving 2 cents but I ain't overdrawn The Tellers up in J.P. Morgan know me well ??? Shotgun while my man drive to Vegas Bottles on the Table, thats why all these n***as hate us On the Low, they the reason why they women date us No such thing as bad press Side eyes is an a**est Competition n***a only waiting for a casket Thick Chick mad wet, dipstick mad wet, spit sh**, mad checks Y'all on Bull D.Rose to the basket Hook: Jae Ali Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks Michael, Michael Who I need to be screaming at to get my damn Linguini? Its not like a n***a asking for a Lamborghini And I'm sitting at this table so my fans can see me And hopefully, The cameraman can TMZ me Shades on at 11 PM, and all the cars European And all the shorties wanna grow up to be him But all they see is the lifestyle, the women Expensive denim, the linens Not knowing about the endless stress that comes with it Cause once you got you gotta keep it, try and defend it They want the spotlight so bad and they just hoping they don't dim em And they turn they 15 minutes into a millennium Count Millions, build buildings And still money money making and the children'll reach for the heights My n***a nick told me I should reach for the ice Naw n***a I'm reach for that price