I be running through the city, city on my back
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It ain't nothing changed but the money on my lap
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True, I'm in the game time till it's over
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Till it's over, till it's over
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I be running through the city, city on my back
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It ain't nothing changed but the money on my lap
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True, I'm in the game till it's over
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Till it's over, till it's over
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I be running through the city, city on my back
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Way before the fame and all this love and all these stacks
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I was just a little homie, now you see me bossing up
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Niggas see me in a suit, sue me yeah, I don't give a fuck
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Got the whole team here, no coach needed, ball hard
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Coast season home court playing, why you sideline hating
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When I'm just tryna go get mine, it's gang time, time I shine
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My eyesight straight these lines to the go, ready for the show
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Ready for the hoes, who ready to roll?
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Gone with the wind, you been ready to blow
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Blow my high, don't kill the vibe
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3rd degree, still burning slow
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You could never put my lights out, money I can swerve, got more to count
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Probably get more than I care to count, I'm far
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I be running through the city, city on my back
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It ain't nothing changed but the money on my lap
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True, I'm in the game time till it's over
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Till it's over, till it's over
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I be running through the city, city on my back
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It ain't nothing changed but the money on my lap
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True, I'm in the game till it's over
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Till it's over, till it's over
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City On My Back
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