IN THE CITY ft. Ghostington III Lyrics

They got that one makin' fire on the track

That one on the track, that one gettin' whack

That one keep it goin' till you put him in the back

That guy think he's special cause he think that he can rap

Man guess what, I've been tired of all that crap

He'll just get shot in the back with my mack

If I could take all my money on my Visa It would be taller than the Burj Khalifa

If you broke you know that you're a girl gonna leave ya

Imma be sad, when imma have to teach ya

I'm in the city with my crew I'ma kill him with my tools

I got diamonds on my shoe And we're gonna act like some fools

You can't rap like me, no, no, no You can't be like me, no, no, no

We're makin' beats, since of heat Me and the egg, wrapped the beef

We chill, make a mil We real, killers kill

I'll be the best that you'll see I don't gotta press man, your free

When I catch you sayin' bout me Man, sit down, or go flee

Man, Nickz the best, come on, let's see He kinda fell off after Royalty

This ain't a diss, I'm just sayin' Nick's was on top, now he's sangin

I can rap for days, I can make some plays If we had beef, I'ma be a thief

I'ma steal time, I'ma steal your game You'll catch it stray from one of my sprays

This thing's game, come on lets play I'll roll the dice, so I don't care what you say

Yeah, I'm makin' moves, yeah, I'm makin' grooves Yeah, I'm makin' a way for you to lose

I don't care what you say, I don't care what you main I don't leave you there like you a stain

What, like a stain? Yeah, like a stain You know how they are, always plain

Got Yoshi out here sayin' we good Man, shut up, or go in the hood

I been better, I'm a trendsetter You gon' be a debtor after this letter

Gon' be a lapdog for your master Gon' make your own disaster

I'ma be here like a pastor Heavy dissin coming from the forecaster

I might be in your chat logs But at least I'm not a hog

I got my fame, fair and square But you got fame from ridin' theirs

Yeah, he's a fool, fool, fool He's a fool, he's a fool

He a motherfuckin' fool I ain't got shit I wouldn't do

He's a fool, fool, fool He's a fool, he's a fool

Don't be stupid, don't be a fuckin' fool

Ghosty everyday on the features They know they get a half of the bleachers

Wait, hold on, hold on Didn't I already say that

Damn, I get it, Amend that

Don't worry, the album's on the way You just gotta be patient away

Like, yeah, yeah, two out of three

Yeah, that's me, Ghosty III And you know that I'm a freak

Yeah, me and Epics, yeah, we the new RTJ

An outcast, outlast All the competition, and I'm outfast

All these fuckin' kids dissin' each other But I'm here, now listen

At the end of the day, it's still Rec Room So you don't gotta take it too seriously

I won't make a diss track on your back So you don't gotta go fearing me

Cause I'm way too serious, for that Way too much of a grown-up, for real

I said his real name and He's gone, and well, he's trippin

Said he's gonna start dissin' But he won't, now listen

Was kinda unexpected How you made a song with Jamal

If you said the shit you said In real life, you would mean it wrong

N word top of, N word top of, N word, oh my God, oh no

It's already been a year Since you started saying the slurs

After all that rappin' And you're still slurrin' your words

No, I didn't give you a feature But I did sample your voice

You was usin' it wrong I was usin' it right

That's my choice

Don't be stupid, don't be fuckin' foolish

Don't be stupid, don't be fuckin' foolish