Peter Sun - The City We Built lyrics

[Hook: Isaac Buckley] I've got an ounce of potent, I've got a tank of gas I've got a cup of potion, sipping something from my flask I've got my people with me, f** I'm faded Damn I love my city, look what we created [Verse 1: Isaac Buckley] My eyes are low, time is slow My ba** is loud, my mind is blown Gotta write this song, gotta find my zone My brother's here, I don't ride alone My girl's got the soul of a mafioso So adios to the others, I run with a bunch of locals I'm broke as a leaky faucet, recording all of my vocals I'm rolling these sticky blossoms with thoughts of being a mogul The feeling I would k** for, to see my name up on those billboards As I sip a 40 down 64 east, backseat, smoking jays to the filter It's the city that formed my artistry On friday mornings, at Westbury Pharmacy Evelyn's special number one I won't rest until I'm done Becoming as much a part of Richmond as the city is a part of me You can feel it in my words from the Village to the Byrd This city's in my blood, blowing Phillies full of herb They're telling me they feel me but it really feels absurd She says she loves the beat but she can't clearly hear the words I just narrate some stupid sh** that really did occur Can't tell you why I do it, sometimes I just feel the urge With my city all behind me I can feel I'm on the verge That's my, word [Hook] [Verse 2: Peter Sun] Uh, look what we created Two pills and an L, I'm faded More green than a SuperSonic and I feel like Gary Payton Tye-dye, HnG, I'm banging Dope gang until the casket drops Y'all n***as been cold on the stove Although I don't know why they swear they hot Let me blow they spot n***a, I call them Hiroshima Talk tough I be popping these breakout n***as My gun Noxima Can't get money with me fool, he can't get money without me Running my city, need a tracksuit and some Puma's on me Boy, been grinding ten years you still low No CZ's, no diamonds, we all know you still broke Don't want war, I know bloods, SAs, and real locs Bang like live grenades, its cut throat n***a No remorse And b**h I'm all about them Benjamins Ice Cube, Mike Epps, pop Xanax like my stress bad Eyes low, n***a blame it on jet lag It's RVA, that g sh** And I'm full till' that E hit And I'm rollin while I'm rollin My real talk looks like slow motion [Hook] [Verse 3: Isaac Buckley] Mother f**er we made it I'm f**ed up, I'm down to ride I'm love struck with this town of mine I want the crown and people all around Keep telling me that now's the time Bumpin' Clipse as we pump our breaks We don't love the girls, we just love the chase Puffing jays, we've got bud for days So we dont f** with these f**ing fakes Your dame is up in my house Your lady is up in my couch If I'm not relevant Well tell me then why my name is up in your mouth Keep these petty foes in the dark Keep blunts already rolled in the car I keep these raps all in my head And I keep my city close to my heart And these other f**ers clearly confused Because kid its gra** roots fam and its hippies and goons I said its gra** roots fam and its hippies and goons