Life in the city is not very pretty
It seems like itâ??s a waste of your time
Trojans cause the lifestyles bust faster

No font on no backwood, just Dutchmaster
Fifth of Henn, a radio on Funkmaster
I donâ??t come from a wack hood with a Dutch factor

Ten speed in a black hood, thatâ??s a gun clapper
We chop fair ones â??till someone dropped of lung asthma
Before this I lived a lifestyle like �$#&@ rappers�

A buck trapper up after dark with the cut cracker
Tucked up under the tongue, who want a buck half of
Thatâ??s a smiley face on your cheek, stitch â??em up laughter

I snuffed son â??cause he walked through with a rough hatter
Came in the store and stepped on my Timbs and made â??em scuff faster
These ^!$$%s ainâ??t â??bout that life, bunch of young actors

Play the right part when you see me, say â??What up Scrapper?â?
See you ainâ??t got to like me but you will respect me
Everytime you say you the nicest, boy, you indirect me

Jesus Christ Iâ??m a crisis, you a sip of Pepsi
Little buds, little suds at the tip of a Nestle
I toot my own horn, Iâ??m Dizzy Gillespie

And I reps my city correctly (YAOWA)
Life in the city is not very pretty
It seems like itâ??s a waste of your time

One, two, my project gritty, extra far from pretty
Staircase sloppy pissy and the lobby tipsy
And I keep a Barbie with me looking good

My ^!$$%s canâ??t leave the country, I bring the country to the hood
Letâ??s go â?? my real name my rap %#@!, I ainâ??t make believe
Same ^!$$% who got this break is still breaking knees

Iâ??m still playing Cee-Lo and the bank is cheese
Eight Gâ??s I .. better, feel that Vegas breeze?
Product of the gutter, no father, just a mother

Know you running, but run farther
When you hear me say â??Word to my motherâ?
Your boy is extra thorough, ask my burrough

When Iâ??m in Brooklyn they go nuts
You little squirrels canâ??t buy a referral
These ^!$$%s wonâ??t cause they canâ??t so they donâ??t copy

(*##$es with they best friend be yelling â??Go Papiâ?
Yâ??all ^!$$%s got these Freshmen feelinâ?? so @@#!y
But itâ??s just a bunch of yes-men and a nobody

Just cause you write rhymes donâ??t mean you rhyme right
You a light-high, donâ??t jump and become a highlight
Loose sight of your hind legs and live in hindsight

Cause you ^!$$%s aight, but you ainâ??t quite like (YAOWA)
Life in the city is not very pretty
It seems like itâ??s a waste of your time