Smoke DZA - City of Dreams lyrics
[Smoke DZA - City of Dreams lyrics]
This that crazy sam parties at
The Kennedy's center flow
That NY winter cold
That keil breast dinner rolls
Snack box from momma's
Anybody can get it flow
And it don't matter what coast you from
How many niggas you've killed
How much dope you've slung
Niggas thinking they can hang
How much rope you brung?
Bitch, fuck your feelings like
New York been soft
Since another cali nigga came
And crushed the buildings
Niggas squares like Sicilians big William
Hop in the whip like fuck the ceiling', high
Day n' Nite on my Cudi shit
Go head and buddy up with
Who you buddies with
You niggas want none of this
New York, New York big city of dreams
I'm Abdullah with the butcher work
Fucking flawless
Get my cookies from the growers
Way before the harvest
No matter where I'm at it's 9
11 shit regardless
My niggas razorblade tatting like
Thy Tuki Carter
And people trying to do blizz
Like he Tookie Williams
Shout out my family in the
Feds shaking up the building
This for my homies trying to
Step they grams up
This ain't for niggas wearing leather pants
Bruh they arguing about who's real
Bunch of niggas dressing like Dru Hill
Dude chill niggas wear spray on beards
Time to bring that real shit
Back that you feel
I'm a swag rapper's worst nightmare
Still at your momma's house and you going
To stay your ass right there
Dud trying to get a buzz
Gone take you lightyears
Bud you know I got the plug
Could take a flight there
Everybody want to dictate
Dick taste some same shit
Fuck your opinion and your lame list
It's a world outside the city
And I'm doing my numbers
Made chicken all 93 nights of the summer
Sold out shows in Sidney 20 cities with Wiz
About 20k people a night
Making noise for the camp
Motherfuckers here to ride
In the roof blowing lead
And everywhere I go them niggas
Know where I live
The Kennedy's center flow
That NY winter cold
That keil breast dinner rolls
Snack box from momma's
Anybody can get it flow
And it don't matter what coast you from
How many niggas you've killed
How much dope you've slung
Niggas thinking they can hang
How much rope you brung?
Bitch, fuck your feelings like
New York been soft
Since another cali nigga came
And crushed the buildings
Niggas squares like Sicilians big William
Hop in the whip like fuck the ceiling', high
Day n' Nite on my Cudi shit
Go head and buddy up with
Who you buddies with
You niggas want none of this
New York, New York big city of dreams
I'm Abdullah with the butcher work
Fucking flawless
Get my cookies from the growers
Way before the harvest
No matter where I'm at it's 9
11 shit regardless
My niggas razorblade tatting like
Thy Tuki Carter
And people trying to do blizz
Like he Tookie Williams
Shout out my family in the
Feds shaking up the building
This for my homies trying to
Step they grams up
This ain't for niggas wearing leather pants
Bruh they arguing about who's real
Bunch of niggas dressing like Dru Hill
Dude chill niggas wear spray on beards
Time to bring that real shit
Back that you feel
I'm a swag rapper's worst nightmare
Still at your momma's house and you going
To stay your ass right there
Dud trying to get a buzz
Gone take you lightyears
Bud you know I got the plug
Could take a flight there
Everybody want to dictate
Dick taste some same shit
Fuck your opinion and your lame list
It's a world outside the city
And I'm doing my numbers
Made chicken all 93 nights of the summer
Sold out shows in Sidney 20 cities with Wiz
About 20k people a night
Making noise for the camp
Motherfuckers here to ride
In the roof blowing lead
And everywhere I go them niggas
Know where I live