Made In The City

I was made in the city, that laid back east coast shit nigga

I was made in the City, uh, broke bread in the city, yeah

As I lay in my head to rest in the city, I threw

My fitted to the floor, white tee still on me

Mind on the corner store, papi was bugging

Probably about nothing, I'm thinking I'ma get high

Fuck this life that I'm living, I stroll by my nigga that's pitching

Gave him a nod, it's hard i understand what you feeling

Be it a job or that hard boil white

Jux on a slow night, somebodys knife just punctured some flesh

Another nigga might've emptied a clip

Another body laid damn near stiff

The night's still young, finally closed my eyes and realized I'm numb

To the bullshit us niggas wit

What I'm living in these devils built

My element is street made

Raised by the brave, schooled by the lawbreakers

But it seems like I'm God favored

I wake up, hit the streets again, slow pacing

Patient, I'm city made

I was made in the city

Shed blood, smoked blunts, broke bread in the city

Its hard god, we grind till we filthy

Rich off that hood fame

Or stiff in that deep grave

I was made in the city

Stoop chillin', booze sippin', got paid

In the city, learn to hustle

Show fear or muscle

Hats slow we trouble

Livin' the city life

They say I got the hood focused

Soakin' up this knowledge shit, a get your eyes open

Real spark when they feel threatened

Cowards run when they feel threatened

We all the same, stay stressing

Led to a half an ounce of green

Possibly I'm going crazy like my peers it seems

Gradually I'm getting heartless

Hand on a knife grip

Maybe a ice pick, zoned out

Chillin' on a park bench

So i vent through these bars I wrote won't change this is all I know

This is how I cope Shots of henny with some Dutch masters Fresh weed

You could feel the texture I confess to the earth and the stars