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lirik lagu for my city – poetik suspekt

[verse 1: poetik]
i’m like marijuana, always find me on the block
i’m like an apia nas, probably or [?] pop
problem is my rent due, so i gots to make it drop
and i don’t mean droppin’ tracks but i ain’t ’bout to drop facts
ha, this is 685 music
poet the [?] kept the hollow tip to spit influence
i took my [?] to the next level, rap game
peace to peter fats, shoutout the humble king
and every [mellow man?] got ’em on that kerosene
light it up, f-ck the world like a b-tch, pull out the nut
the style is out the b-tt, that means you bitin’ sh-ts
all for the dollar so just sold like a b-tch who swallow
and i’m a good christian, man, you don’t want problems
i do my [?] by my lonely man, trey got ’em
how many rappers you know ridin’ ’round the city sellin’ cds out the trunk like it was the late 80’s?

[hook: poetik]
even when i smoke, or even when i ride
even when i’m drunk, it’s still 685
everywhere i roll, all around the globe
it’s a-p-i-a, make sure you all know
i keep it live for my city, man
ain’t no motherf-cker like me, ah
i ride for my city, man (ride for my city, man)
bet these b-tches all know me now
i be outta these streets
got a toll in the [stash spot?] just in case if i beef with these streets, yeah

[verse 2]
and if you think i ain’t real, you can come find out about me
i ain’t tryna hide, i represent my 6-8 to the 5
but against all odds, it’s still ain’t no suprise
apia city, rep it ’till the day that i die
throw your motherf-ckin’ thumbs up, that’s for western samoa
west side [?], west coast california
tip yo’ cups up, pour it out for those who p-ssed away
[?] state of mind, bangin’, taggin’ in these alleyways
thats that street, hieroglyphic to them ghetto-[profics?]
[?] the government won’t stop distortin’ facts, we needin’ profits
little kids sellin’ foils, quick to pick your pockets
and peter piper hit the pipe too hard
real gs turn to fiends, crackheads is ugly and i ain’t know (yeah)
still my finger on the trigger
peace to jay [?], this the diary of a broke n-gga
by any means i gets means to mister sinister one, flippin’ the tongue, jack the ripper
i was sent to get ya, poetik now is a enterprise
i kept it live, you motherf-ckers better recognize (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa!)

[hook: poetik]
even when i smoke, or even when i ride
even when i’m drunk, it’s still 685
everywhere i roll, all around the globe
it’s a-p-i-a, make sure you all know
i keep it live for my city, man (ha-ha!)
ain’t no motherf-cker like me, ah
i ride for my city, man (and that’s facts!)
bet these b-tches all know me now

[outro: poetik]
you know who i am? sh-t, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa!
yo, this goes out to all those around the world
the real ones, who bang this sh-t
don’t let these motherf-ckers try to tell you how to be you
tell them, “go get f-cked!”
one up for the ville, [?]
smokey! groove junkee!
685, and we out

- poetik suspekt

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