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lirik lagu sylvan lacue - back to the city

[chorus/intro: sylvan lacue]
back to the city, yeah
i gotta do more for my n-ggas
gotta do more for my n-ggas
i gotta do more for my n-ggas, ohh
back to the city, yeah
i gotta do more for my n-ggas
gotta do more for my nggas
i gotta do more for my n-ggas, ohh
i swear to god, i swear to god
i swear to god imma be the one
i swear to god imma be the one
imma be the one to get the job done, ohh
i swear to god, i swear to god
i swear to god imma be the one
i swear to god imma be the one
imma be the one to get the job done

[verse 1: sylvan lacue]
uh, one time for the fresh line
uh, [?]
ninety five, round five going ninety five
felt the breeze when a young n-gga p-ss by, skirrt
no time for letting cash fly, (no)
nothin’ like the last guys gettin’ chastized (no)
bunch of shoulda-wouldas frontin’ on they last ride
could’ve done it for the city now they past prime (i will n-gga)
n-ggas had to treat it like a pastime (pastime)
swear to god it’ll be the last time (last time)
last time ‘know i said it was the last time
had to get a couple bags, open up the cash line (ha)
glad i hid the check now
like you been missin’ my n-gga let’s bring it back ’round (bring it back ’round)
you went from k!llin’ and chillin’ all in the background
i guess i had a lot time to roam, i need to come back home

[chorus: sylvan lacue]
back to the city, yeah
i gotta do more for my n-ggas
gotta do more for my n-ggas
i gotta do more for my n-ggas, ohh
back to the city, yeah
i gotta do more for my n-ggas
gotta do more for my nggas
i gotta do more for my n-ggas, ohh
i swear to god, i swear to god
i swear to god imma be the one
i swear to god imma be the one
imma be the one to get the job done, ohh
i swear to god, i swear to god
i swear to god imma be the one
i swear to god imma be the one
imma be the one to get the job done

[verse 2: sylvan lacue]
eh, eh, eh, eh brother leary
kid gave ’em a little history
i’m from the city of gold t–th and mangoes
screaming f-ck the other side anything goes
and don’t n0body give a f-ck about the po-po’s
them n-ggas ready to k!ll fast and talk slow
i was a youngin’ out in boward with my auntie
momma started driving ninety five still haunts me
then we came home momma’s eyes got low
blowin’ them bowls, black eyes on swole’
had to leave the crib i was five years old
momma tell me where we going? i don’t know
all i know is right now baby (we ride)
all the way to opa-locka had me all up in the bando wit’ it
i was bout’ like (knee high!!)
pullin’ up the 187
miami gardens
sugar water with the mayonnaise sandwich
[?] francis house i couldn’t stand it
them dookie dreads used to have a n-gga scared
momma kept me in the crib, don’t want no damage
unemployed for months, she started scrambling
food stamps and love, that’s how we managed
a trick had the whole hood on swole’, the hood on swole’
the thug holidays made a trap feel like gold
blacked out, i had an anthem for all them souls
n-ggas ridin’ on dunks, twenty large or more
pitt was screamin’ norie[?] when them broads was shown
domincanas had it poppin’ like vamonos
i been all around the world goin’ hard for show
imma be the one to rise when the cards are low
but no matter where i roam when i’m all alone
this is always home, it’s where i had to go, ohh

[outro]
location, miami, florida
time, 6:24 pm
with travel comes experience
and with experience comes new found perception
let us not forget what home means
the chase for what we feel will validate our worth can also become the reason we seek to remember who we are
what is a man without his home?
what is a man without the foundation that was set for him?
remember the words that were once spoken
no matter how far you travel, from the first breath to dearly departed
never forget where you came from, always remember where you started

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