Sin City (feat. CyHi Da Prynce, Malik Yusef & Travis Scott)
[Intro] Yo Malik Yusef, the wordsmith Wild 100's, G.O.O.D. Music in this mother fucker What?
[Verse 1] You are all unwelcome to Sin City But the population increases its density And that increases the intensity And then that increases the propensity Of a girl so pretty and slightly sadity To instantly think she could become Whitney And then she give me Now I'm one of the residents They walk with none of the repercuss, but all of the decadence And all the fuckin' debauchery Adult film star, somebody's fuckin' watchin' me I always feel like, I'm almost feel like Cause all I need is one mic I force them pen down homie, all I need is one strike Let me introduce to you a nigga that's Zeus to you Without True Religions I still got the God genes Launder dirty money just to keep my squad clean, nawmean? Rarely had anybody ridin' shotgun cause my car had a Glock in it Barely had that knock in it I invested in a sound system of belief A novice nester, I found wisdom in that Keef That's that shit I do like, on life The days of money being enjoyed by a fool is numbered But we are the boys of the cruelest summer This makes us the most hottest label, on my momma But on my grandmomma, winter time take place in our veins Niggas that I'm feedin' at my table wanna cross me up Like dude that got his face on our chains So Lord have mercy, if you ain't ridin' in a Mercy Please don't try and race in our lane I'm embracin' our pain So if I never make it to dinner, I'mma hit the lake of fire And all this black ice, gon' make sure hell freeze I'm responsible for throwin' that slick black shit like the Exxon Valdez My domepiece got a dark vision in it like LT's So please, understand, my dear That every day was like some shit from a deer Low fashion and high drama, comma No love from my momma and I had to accept it So I grabbed that stone flag and I repped it Started communicating through symbols and signs Assemblin' nines, so many with pain resemblin' mine The world renowned class clenown, since I stuttered I joked Found that the Chevy look more butter with spokes Life was pure torture so I cut it with coke The streets got flooded once the levy shuttered and broke We was raised by brothers and folks Fathers who drank and mothers that smoked Yet another has arose from the gutter and spoke