City of Gold Lyrics

In the city of gold

City of gold

I'm just outchea in the city of gold

I'm just outchea in the city of gold

Seen it all unfold in the city of gold

City where the truth hides lies are told

Even in the summer some hearts stay cold

Seen how they prey on a desperate soul

Seen it all and still nothing at all

I seen 'em rise and I seen 'em fall

Even when the writing was on the wall

Still refused to accept that call

Warning you

Sirens blaring lights flashing

In a whirlwind like your world's crashing

Like the stock market back in '08

Steady thinking man its too late

Matter of fact nah never too late

Just gotta breath, gotta meditate

Wake up in the morning, all by myself

Staring at the mirror looking at myself

Tryna figure out my next move

I got so much to prove

Procrastination got me hitting snooze

And my fam had a plan

But the plan didn't land

Didn't correlate with me being the man

What they wanted for me was security

A little bit of surety

Focused on honey like I'ma busy bee

Busy being someone I don't wanna be

Got locked down by the norm of society

Back in university

Sat in the back of the class writing raps

Only thing that mattered was the poetry

I don't even need a pen and paper

Just a tight beat and some herbal vapour

Off the dome once I'm in the zone

I'm flying high but I'ma land later

Oh you see the future, palm reader

Get slapped through the face so you can read it clearer

Tired of hearing what's best for me

Tryna help me out, invest in me

Seen it all unfold in the city of gold

City where the truth hides lies are told

Even in the summer some hearts stay cold

Seen how they prey on a desperate soul

Seen it all and still nothing at all

I seen 'em rise and I seen 'em fall

Even when the writing was on the wall

Still refused to accept that call

Warning you

Sirens blaring lights flashing

In a whirlwind like your world's crashing

Like the stock market back in '08

Steady thinking man its too late

Matter of fact nah never too late

Just gotta breath, gotta meditate

Okay, okay

No more Mr Nice Guy

Sick of waiting for the right time

Can't keep me on the side line

So it's chess not checkers

When you check me out

Possibly you might go blind, I'm

Shining, and I got the vibe

Oh and you know it's contagious

Niggas outchea outrageous

For survival gotta be dangerous

Know a pharmasist

Who'd assist in cleaning up a couple cases

Up my sleeve a couple aces

Grab my passport and a bag

Catch a flight

Gotta see a couple places

She talking foreign

I'm just hoping in the morning

I remember what her name is