Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Yo, ayy
I get a call at like six-oh
This girl wanna take a day trip to the big smoke
I just want a little spliff though
Got my number now she got me by the balls like bingo
I ain't thinking 'bout marriage with a bird but
I'm tryna make sure the carriage is first class
Tryna turn into the Orient Express
So I already finessed but there hasn't been a murder
I'm gonna make a killing from a rhythm
In the city where the rap boys are tryna be ballers
And trust me, my wizard when I'm spitting
So I'm getting off the platform nine and three quarters
Big city boys deals on the phone
I consider myself at home
Oh yeah, the city's good for my soul, yeah
I don't believe in the things I was told
It's only the road been paved with gold
Oh yeah, the city's good for my soul, yeah
Yo, she's tryna sit shard and lay up in the Shard
I'm tryna go bananas in a sweaty bar
It's fucking hype when I touch the mic
I want all eyes on me, not a ride down the London Eye
I'm looking for the Boris reactions
I ain't tryna do up tourist attractions
So a trip to Two Swords is backwards
If you see me there, could be sure it's a waxwork
Break rules and I shake walls
So you won't catch me staring at the ceiling at St Paul's
Give me a stage and a beat and I'll be grateful
Look how I get up in the pocket like an April
I'm gonna make a killing from a rhythm
In the city where the rap boys are tryna be ballers
And trust me, my wizard when I'm spitting
So I'm getting off the platform nine and three quarters
Big city boys deals on the phone
I consider myself at home
Oh yeah, the city's good for my soul, yeah
I don't believe in the things I was told
It's only the road been paved with gold
Oh yeah, the city's good for my soul, yeah
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