City Of Gods ft. AyeTeeGee Lyrics

Yeah ATG John Doe Yeah yeah yeah

This the city of gods we all got angels Demons lurking can't contain them

4-5 rippin' when you snitchin' Pistol whippin' ain't no bitchin

Drugs and Remy in my system Perfection is what they missin

Runnin' drill since I was young Can't run these streets without your gun

Provolone mozzarella Ain't nobody flowin' better

Ain't no fakin' what we makin' Like a bakery we cakin

What you sayin'? Maserati candy painted

Hangin' outside with the gang I bust my moves I do my thing

Smokin' on some Zaza too Like who is you? Yeah fuck you

John Doe

ATG

Wake up in the morning say a prayer Get out that moment I ain't got

Time for stallin' contemplatin' With no motion stayin' focused man

That's how I do invest in yourself We all got demons inside we keep them in

What's our virtue?

Lookin' searchin' To find somethin' in front of you

Do you look in the mirror sometimes And recognize and see ya demise

With the image it's so tinted I say it gracefully

Be grateful for what you got Till you don't till you rot yeah

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