Favorite City

No longer sounding convincing it's really a solo mission

It's really me and my guys mixed with a couple bitches

Stacking up to the ceiling these raps paying a killing

Like a double stuffed cookie I'm giving her extra filling

I'm cooking just like a skillet extra cheese on the biscuit

I'm so high that the rest of you look like midgets

Pay 'em a couple bucks and the story is getting told

Like card stock paper I will never fold

The city is getting hot you know that I'm staying cold

Sign my name on the dot and these K's is getting sold

Came a long way from bro being on parole

Like Jesus himself I'm coming after your soul