YG, Mozzy, Slim 400 - City Mad lyrics

Lord help me father
Protect me from all enemies
All evil all together i promise on bloods

Right now my city mad
Everybody tryna make it
Have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get this cash
Gotta keep a clear mind
Gotta keep one in the stash

Caught him with his kids still
Took what he had right now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't
Know where it's at

All the finessers gone hate me
But y'all better watch out for
That Karo in that Lean
Y'all better watch out for them fake blues
If that M-30 ain't dotted up that ain't true
The city mad cause everybody ain't got it
You do what you want when you poppin'
But everybody ain't popping'
I'm like the only one out the city dropping
So they gotta fuck with me
They ain't got an option
And I know niggas hate that
I got this far I wasn't supposed to make it
Moving like a boss with niggas
I knew from way back gun case
For a check I got someone to take that
Known fact, don't get caught without the ham'
Cause they'll leave your body
Shots on Instagram
The nineteen-nineties all the
Crips was poppin' but now the Damus got it

Right now my city mad
Everybody tryna make it
Have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get this cash
Gotta keep a clear mind
Gotta keep one in the stash

Caught him with his kids still
Took what he had right now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't
Know where it's at

Yeah, off the dribble
Free Hundred Shot immegiately
He'll do a hundred shells on a weekly, easy
I'm a sleazeball when it get greasy
Kick the yadadamean? that's for sheezy
Ha? niggas mad about the YG collab
If it's funky then it's spunky
So when you see me it's stacked
Grind hard and fall asleep in the trap
Trynna put my niggas on and we
Gon' leave it at that
Pull up come fuck with the Mozzy
If blood brain-dead that's considered a body
Paypal jaypay, niggas is Charlie
If I told you that I got him, I got him
Shit ain't nothin'
Been patrolling the circumference
Since a youngin it's embedded in me
I'm thuggin' baby I love it
I've witnessed some shit that
You couldn't stomach
The substance that I'm kissing the
Only way I can function

Right now my city mad
Everybody tryna make it
Have my homies doing bad
Damn I got get this cash
Gotta keep a clear mind
Gotta keep one in the stash

Caught him with his kids still
Took what he had right now my city mad
Everybody tryna get it but don't
Know where it's at

It's murder murder had to talk
About this four hundred pay-off's been dead
So my real nigga's been mad
Bitches take it call, been take this cash
Down for whatever so this
Rapping shit my back
Wiggle off, really slide when it's war nigga
All my life was in the
Pen take that store nigga
Damn this shit is sad
These bitch niggas making it
Snitch niggas faking it
Us real niggas have pathed his way
If I don't see your hand when
I'm talking I don't feel this
Wild, robbed the stash
On my daughter I can get it
Yeah I'm bracking, little bit
'bout my money I ain't stopping
Yeah I'm Slim to get it poppin' yeah
Fuck y'all niggas
Got no love for y'all niggas
Clear your mind
Ain't no trust with y'all niggas
I fall back, get to bus at y'all niggas
I get this paper, can't be bad
Four hundred from the block
And this Bompton shit nigga
I never stop, four-block