Rakish Jacob - City of k**ers lyrics

[Bam] Trying to feel my inside soul, cause a angel told me its cold But ain't no way I can fold, with a pair of nuts this damn swoll Cause where a n***a was raised, don't nobody play games Its like your life is a sweet, and reality's the flame So why the f** you trying to torture, with that dip in the middle It's like I'm swallowing mighty bites, while you be nibbling on skittles Cause this city we in, it ain't no such thing as friends And once it comes down to paper, you down to bump off your kin You think I'm lying, what thoughts be in my head as I walk around So now you know when you see me, why my face is quick to chalk a frown Cause I don't trust nobody, nope not a god damn soul So now you know I'm a hog, from high to a deep level of cold Thinking why n***as let me broke, in this city of Houston But ain't no stopping Bam, I'ma keep my ego to boosting Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me, and b**hes that jock I got k**as in my click, and I keep thugs on my block [Hook 1 - 2x] I'm just letting you know don't test me, I'm with my chrome I'm still in my ghetto peel, I'm more than your average n***a From that Maab, lookin out the house with a bed with a bullet in the way That click your spine and now you crying, cause you realize That your dick, can't even get hard [Trae] Who the hell could it be, peeping on me T to the R to the motherf**ing A-E k**as that's like mad trucks with a bust, better duck Who the f** running up so n***a what, 'fore I leave my star full of that heat Gotta watch my back, 'fore I be alone That sh** is gon fall, and the while back me up To the sides shapey grin, gotta know get enough for them That T to the E to the E to the A Its going down South Klique, what you wanna do b**h throwing up my set, infrareds to your chest with a mess Now stop you drop, like sweat it out my face What k**as want right behind me, (I think you lying) so try me These hater-fied n***as don't play Cut in all my k**as, till the day I'm dead and deceased It'll be, us n***as out Houston won't ever fade What I'm all about, hoping with open kicking eyes open, peeping I gotta be scopeing better keep wishing, G's on these streets be low Till the point of my life I can't go, got hatred not cause a hoe K-I double L-A-K-L-A-N to the B to the A to the M, gotta represent Never know with a lifestyle, with a five dolla with a mile Gotta get my life be twisting thoughts, a thought in the vault You can't forget and you feel the anger, with one in the chamber Grill in the back, but its your, me and T.A.Z. on the regular My K, fives don't give a damn to hustle so Can't change on my feet to the dip, dropping tops Till the playa get a hit, to the drink to the brain get me crunk Get a boost can't tougher sh**, city of k**as and it get loose [Hook 2] f** around and pull out my AK, and bust yo a** in the head I'm trying to leave you dead, with an infrared I never be giving a f** aboooout, you It got me going me crazy, got a n***a going crazy Got me going crazy, crazy [T.A.Z.] T.A.Z. the all mighty devil, specialize in the methods of torture So stepping without a weapon's not a good idea, just thought I'd warn you I'm not your average n***a I'm a Guerilla, just look at the frown on face Running with the pack, ready to attack f**ed up, and get your whole crew erased If you think I'm playing, come test me Better catch me slipping, to get the best of me Deadly, when me toss this K to you Focused and keep my aim steady, cause its serious And I run with k**as, dealas and guerillas coming to get you Better make a move fast, when I blast With no feelings, with a firm grip on my trigga Open fire with no hesitation, infiltrating start eliminating Your troops execution style, leaving em face down on the pavement A career with them here, look em up and let's see who's the boss Watching it get raw, coming home with three hitter quitters That'll beat you up from the back gone, making n***as mind Representing Guerilla Maab to the fullest, let me pull it To the made a mistake, and try to give me a break And then use it when you pull it, in the city of k**as Only the tough and the strong and those who have hearts survive Guerilla Maab's on the rise, n***a [Hook 1 - 2x] [Z-Ro] Got my Glock 44, and I think to myself A murdering, I'm gon grow But I got the fever, for the favor of a big pocket And a blue white, come with the look so sneaky I major in at 175 pounds, ?then I'm gone in a few minutes? Around when I come around, in red Chucks But a n***a can't even see me or hear me, fear me When I'm in a zone of depression, gotta get a crib Gotta get a Lac, but I can't get a job But I really gotta get a weapon, then I be stepping Really be stepping, and a motherf**er temper Start motivation draining, really bumping the fat And your sh**'ll get up out your purse Everything I see, I'm claiming as mine With a motherf**ing nine, you don't give and dump n***a we got good sk**s, and running endo in You don't wanna meet that E, really beat your feet Cause I don't hesitate, to pull a tre-8 to the chest plate Then I want a rake to scrape the plate, with a mouth full of diamonds And the fifth wheel, be steady reclining Cause I got ends on a All Star Lex at first 84's and boulder blocks, elbows shining Charging don't give it up, what it takes don't never retire Gotta get the Glock, cause I gotta be making my money By robbing and stealing, drug dealing try to make a million And plus thinking bout feddy, and running my city In the city of k**ers [Hook 1 - 2x] [Hook 2]