Lyrics
[1st Verse:] [Micah T:]
I put the city on, I put the city on
I put the city on, I, I put the city on
Changing the lane, and I'm stayin the same
Playing this game, like Cobain, I'm just bangin ya brain
Amazing to think, my city on, give me the bong
I'll rip it, be gone, in a minute, say: "I've writ me a song"
["Oh sh** , he's the bomb"] - Shiit, I've been sick for thee longest
time, critics rewind, like "What shiit is he on?"
It's called dope man, 'til I be rockin it with yo fans -
Damn, my hooks will knock you out on a slow jam
No plans, of quitting 'til they gettin me leaked -
I'm just sh** tin on the dudes that was sh** tin on me
Kidding me, beef? My team stay strapped, like a back pack
Sittin up in math class, adding us a last laugh
They clap back, like an encore, what you armed for?
'Cause I'll be seeing the green like a lawn mower
[Chorus:]
I'm good, when, I come through
I'm good, when, I come through
I'm good, when, I come through
I put the city on, put put the city on, so..
I'm good, when, I come through
And I am, coming for you
I'm good, when I come through
I'm good, when I come through
[Outro:]
I put the city on my back like I'm Lloyd Banks (see: tattoo)
Put the city on the map with how Freud thinks
Put the city on my back like I'm Lloyd Banks
Put the city on the map with how Freud thinks
insert talking sh** here
[Chorus:]
I'm good, when, I come through
I'm good, when, I come through
I'm good, when, I come through
I put the city on, put put the city on, so..
I'm good, when, I come through
And I am, coming for you
I'm good, when I come through
I'm good, when I come through
