Slim 400 - City Mad lyrics

[Intro] Lord help me father Protect me from all enemies all evil all together I promise on bloods [Hook: YG] Right now my city mad Everybody tryna make it, have my homies doing bad Damn I got get this cash Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash Got [redacted] so sad Caught him with his kids still took what he had Right now my city mad Everybody tryna get it but don't know where it's at [Verse 1: YG] All the finessers gone hate me But y'all better watch out for that Karo in that Lean Y'all better watch out for them fake blues If that M-30 ain't dotted up that ain't true The city mad cause everybody ain't got it You do what you want when you poppin' But everybody ain't popping' I'm like the only one out the city dropping So they gotta f** with me, they ain't got an option And I know n***as hate that I got this far I wasn't supposed to make it Moving like a boss with n***as I knew from way back Gun case, for a check I got someone to take that Known fact, don't get caught without the ham' Cause they'll leave your body shots on Instagram The nineteen-nineties all the crips was poppin' But now the Damus got it [Hook: YG] Right now my city mad Everybody tryna make it, have my homies doing bad Damn I got get this cash Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash Got [redacted] so sad Caught him with his kids still took what he had Right now my city mad Everybody tryna get it but don't know where it's at [Verse 2: Mozzy] Yeah, off the dribble, three-hundred shot at meechy Yeah I'm doing hundred shells on the weekly, easy I'm a sleazeball when it get greasy Kick the yadadamean? that's for sheezy Ha? n***as mad about the YG collab If it's funky it's funky So when you see me it's stacked Grind hard and fall asleep in the trap Tryna put my n***as on but we gon' leave it at that Pull on luck come and f** with a mafia A blood brain-dead that's considered a body Paypal jaypay, n***as is Charlie If I told you that I got him, I got him, sh** ain't nothin' Been patrolling the circumference since a youngin It's embedded in me, I'm thuggin' baby I love it I've witnessed some sh** that you couldn't stomach The substance that I'm kissing the only way I can function [Hook: YG] Right now my city mad Everybody tryna make it, have my homies doing bad Damn I got get this cash Gotta keep a clear mind, gotta keep one in the stash Got [redacted] so sad Caught him with his kids still took what he had Right now my city mad Everybody tryna get it but don't know where it's at [Verse 3: Slim400] It's murder murder had to talk about this four-hundred Pay-off's been dead, so my real n***a's been mad b**hes take it call, been take this cash Down for whatever so this rapping sh** my back Wiggle off, really slide when it's war n***a All my life was in the pen take that store n***a Damn this sh** is sad, these b**h n***as making it Snitch n***as faking it, us real n***as have pathed his way If I don't see your hand when I'm talking I don't feel this Wild, robbed the stash, on my daughter I can get it Yeah I'm bracking, little bit, 'bout my money I ain't stopping Yeah I'm Slim to get it poppin' yeah f** y'all n***as, got no love for y'all n***as Clear your mind, ain't no trust with y'all n***as I fall back, get to bus at y'all n***as I get this paper, can't be bad Four-hundred from the block And this Bompton sh** n***a I never stop, four-block