The City

I grew up in Inglewood, way before they turned it into Hollywood Gunshots in palm trees, gangsters in white tees, a beautiful concrete

Met this girl named Sabrina, a crazy Latina Told me take off them colors, unless you looking for some trouble

The city never sleep, it's awaken You hold on to me, we can make it out

The city never sleeps You hold on to me, we can make it

I used to hit brolly hut before school Grab chili cheese fries with my boo Gangsta asked me did I wanna bang I just wanna ball, I ain't gang, gang

I told him nah, I'm just doing me my parents bust a move, we was out the streets But sometimes I blame me, that my friends never made it out the way

It's a Copenhagen interpretation Been running from my past lately But it shaped me, fist fights at the gas station Heart racing, now that I look back at it

Glad we made it, glad we made it Most debated, all my friends stressed out, getting faded I got some student loans, I ain't paid it Got a master degree, but I ain't made it

The city never sleep You hold on to me, we can make it We can make it out

The city never sleep You hold on to me, we can make it We can make it out