Mista Blaze
Mista Blaze - Ill City Luv lyrics
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Everybody fina welcome to ill-city my land that got Me strong, I'm a living survivor hustling on my Streets with Pocket change never get me wrong. Still breathing This my season, reasons how many more days Must be freezing, I'll be the last of them mohicans, making millions. Oh wait a minute, better wake up after slapping Your face with cold ice, Talking to your self and shouldve listen to mamas Advice. Elevating with the flying marks ama cut Them all cause I'm bad to the bone, two for the Beats and kick them tweets cause I gotta lot of Bass, and speakers that boom, (boom). I'm rolling deep with ripgutt and g-pone deflect to Vega follow my lead boys ama take you to a lactic, Hella my peeps got a bunch a stacker, get drunk Get toed so toed that we passed out yo, all The way to the backdoor hurling even bouncers Don't recognize us no more. Chorus: And this goes out to all my people, (one love to Them honeys and thugs). This aint the same when your not around, ( ill-city is The place to be). Side walk bars and strip clubs use to be the spot, ( It's a trip when you remember them days). The feeling so good life in the hood, (holler at you Homies when I get home) 2nd verse: I love my family dearly and really wonder how yall Doing baby, this wont be the last words I swear Theirs more to Come, and if you think I'm still the same old jobless What you call it right? I'm on a mission for some Dividends Cause I'm working hard to be a better man. Can Tackle any problem as long as I find the answers Cause you're the ones who keeps me going heavy Burden aint occurred to me. Spread the words on The streets, News flash I'm dropping bombs on the down low, Let me take you to another level with a simple plan For iloilo And I, just miss all of u. especially to my syndicate Posse popping them things up, wish I could roll just Hit me up Fool, and I wont forget about them precious times, For them veterans for my street thugs and them Familys had Me going. Back 2 chorus: 3rd verse: 3 years in the making and 3 years I'm independent, Mama stopped sending checks, cause she found Out I got a Job and quite apartment. To my daddy who bust his Ass to give me all his support, even when I was in Thin ice, Stood by my side and bailed me out of court. And I Know when I'm bout to do something (something) Help me God I think I'm lacking (lacking). Fina bust with a Cuss, and the lust so we just having guts then I Started Rapping. Dreams became games and games Wishing to be famous, but these days it's all about That money lose The fame dawg and get vicious hey Show love when I get home (get home) show love When I get home (get home). For yall it's time to shine, believe me I'm bout to Get mine.(2x) Back to Chorus: