OB OBrien - Hamilton lyrics

[Intro] (This is for the city) (This is for the city) (This is fo', this is fo', this is, this is for the city) (This is f', this is fo', this is, this is for the city) (This is, this is fo', this is fo', this is for the city [Verse 1] Hamilton - I'm goin' Hamilton All the small, all the fraud, all the gamblin' f**in' with my mind; I don't know how I'm managin' I never used to drink; now I keep Mickey's on the mantel, damn Makin' hits; I'm high up in the club tonight I know the owners, baby; I do what I like Some of them are black; some of them are white Drive nice cars on bars, ridin' Some of them Asians; some are brown Mexican - I even know some girls who're outta town Crazy daddys, plenty cash, drive Ferrari, [?] Louis, Gucci, Fendi bags Lowkey - I'm the front for that Some of them [?]; they bent for that, bent for that, be', bent for that So if they ask you for some money, boy, extend for that [Chorus] (This is for the city) (This is, this is for the city) (This is for the city) (This is, this is for the city) Hamilton, Hamilton - I'm goin' Hamilton All the small, all the fraud, all the gamblin' (This is for the city) (This is fo', this is fo', this is for the city) Hamilton - I'm goin' Hamilton; I'm goin' Hamilton (This is for the city) [Verse 2] They used to tell me OB made dreaming' Then I woke up, b**h [?] know I'm achievin' Smokin on the green sh**; think I need a seamstress Ooh, I'm gettin' suited like I'm about to be recruited I'm discussed; I'm disputed; I'm revered; I'm refuted But the one thing to tell you is I came here to do it I do it; haters know; you can go f** yourself Yeah, that's my vibrator flow I had sammy ask cuz and them about you No co-sign - life'll go on without you I have my [?] boys about you I'm in my city, askin' everyone about you No co-sign - life'll go on without you Be careful what your mouth do I'm a nice guy, but sh**, be careful what your mouth do Steppin' stone; heard you like the [?] sh** my people steppin' on I wear my nerd gla**es in the club Guess what; that means my people got they weapons on Yeah, they weapons on I love my city; you rep it wrong So I had to refute You never come back home; you don't like to commute? Ha, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I swear I'm ridin' through my city; windows always down Wanna the city hearin' what I'm doin' for the town Talkin' quiet cause I'm smokin' on that loud They was lookin' at me funny; tell me how they lookin' now Wh', wh', wh', whoa, whoa Yeah, wh', wh', wh', whoa, whoa