TG - The City lyrics

I ride, thru the city where I grew up The city that I do love I I I ride, thru the city where I grew up The city that I do love Look what the city threw up Might be too windy for ya Not for us Windows dropped down lake shore 60 on the dashboard 40 on the temperature Hot stuff Hot box that blunt That's fun That youngin knowingly Be steady blowing tree Around authority It ain't gon stop Call me co*ky Just don't call me late for dinner Playful sinner Sacred l know Hotter than Diablo Out in cabo With a side note And a five point surrounded by candle It's been known since elementary Music meant to be my expertise It's in my soul On the table it's a center piece Writing in the galaxies for centuries My ancestors mentioned me in the hieroglyphs b**h I'm hot sh** Yeah I'm high as sh**