Gotham Lyrics

Niggas who use to pump packs, Got the pills

Now, Bitches Got it from the back now they kneel down

Real foul niggas us to rat now they squeal now

Bitches will talk behind your back and they real loud

Gotham City, you might of been around midtown

On my Avenue the park at pretty Real Shitty

Where the feins be nodding off real silly

Panhandlers do not show pity

Shoutout to Eastside, Shoutout to the BeeHive

Shoutout to all my hidden pockets in my Levi's

Shoutout to all the black newspapers and Bean pies

One more for all the niggas who got their feet dry

Try some new shit, My shit exclusive

Still on my 96 show me the money clue shit

Nigga got to a Billy homie showed us the blueprint

But some don't got that kind of money to stock blue chips

So nigga now what, gotta build from the ground up

To figure how make the money pile up

Nigga started with Baking soda and powder

Now it's control medication over the counter

Fast money Big Timers with cash money

Sipping on mad bubble hooking up with Babs Bunny

Wishing life could be that lovely where could sit back comfy

And Rack a couple thousand Stacks monthly

But trust me I could beat the odds

When I spit to the beat it goes hard

Raps Version of Steven Seagal(Can't be touch)

You rappers been sounding like Chico Debarge

Another freak ran off with a piece of your heart

Niggas is all prey come and meet with the God

If shit ain't Ok then we could reach for the arms

If shit ain't ok I make them reach for the stars

Could make your reach your full potential

I'm a beast with the bars nigga.

Bass D.O Dalingo DA Language

Same shit Flow hot cannot be extinguished

Besides my own name flips

I came in the spitting them phrases

Most Street niggas can relate with

Where I'm from is like the matrix

Niggas in plan clothes buying work

turning out to be agents

I say that to say this watch who you slang with

Who you hang with rep with who you bang with

Just felt the need to address it

little niggas running around naked reckless

Listen up you adolescence you had your lesson

Class is in session

They looking for a way out getting bad direction

Only headed for the crossroad or a correction facility

Where not enough women be

You need your five senses, Cause if you smelling me then

You feeling, but whats your taste cause niggas ain't

seeing me lyrically you hearing me.