City of Dreams - Smoke DZA

Ugh

911 shit

Kush God bitch

Really

Smoke Dza nah mean

Ugh

Righhhhhhht

This that crazy sam parties at the Kennedy’s center flow

That NY winter cold

That keil breast dinner rolls

Snack box from momma’s, anybody can get it flow

And it don’t matter what coast you from

How many niggas you’ve killed, how much dope you’ve slung

Niggas thinking they can hang, how much rope you brung?

Bitch, fuck your feelings like New York been soft

Since another cali nigga came and crushed the buildings

Niggas squares like Sicilians

Big William

Hop in the whip like fuck the ceiling', high

Day n' Nite on my Cudi shit

Go head and buddy up with who you buddies with

You niggas want none of this

New York, New York

Big city of dreams

I’m Abdullah with the butcher work, fucking flawless

Get my cookies from the growers way before the harvest

No matter where I’m at it’s 9/11 shit regardless

My niggas razorblade tatting like thy Tuki Carter

And people trying to do blizz like he Tookie Williams

Shout out my family in the feds shaking up the building

This for my homies trying to step they grams up

This ain’t for niggas wearing leather pants, bruh

They arguing about who’s real

Bunch of niggas dressing like Dru Hill, dude chill

Niggas wear spray on beards

Time to bring that real shit back that you feel

I’m a swag rapper’s worst nightmare

Still at your momma’s house and you going to stay your ass right there

[dud trying to get a buzz gone take you lightyears

Bud you know I got the plug, could take a flight there

Everybody want to dictate, dick taste some same shit

Fuck your opinion and your lame list

It’s a world outside the city and I’m doing my numbers

Made chicken all 93 nights of the summer

Sold out shows in Sidney

20 cities with Wiz

About 20k people a night

Making noise for the camp

Motherfuckers here to ride

In the roof blowing lead

And everywhere I go them niggas know where I live