[Intro]
(TrippyThaKid)

[Verse 1]
I could do nothing and haters still do the judging
I do whatever I gotta do, making moves that they wanted
They needed reason to hate me, but never thought how I'm feeling
But now my circle is smaller, I'm stacking bread to the ceiling
Got a split, no banana, clips smoking on the best, who's next?
Roll another, bet, ash all on my chest, take a guess
Who's living legend? Yeah, it's freaking Trip
Mr. Leahy on the beat, I let the liquor freaking spit

[Chorus]
I got the city on my back like a tattoo
Yeah, I'm a ghetto soldier like Papoose
There's no reason why I should talk to you
Give me this, give me that, what about a "Fuck you"?
Don't tell me what to do, I do my own thang
I make money baby, Guala, drinking Bombay
Bad bitches all around me, inner circle
I'm a family member, Steve Urkel
I got the city on my back like a tattoo
Yeah, I'm a ghetto soldier like Papoose
There's no reason why I should talk to you
Give me this, give me that, what about a "Fuck you"?
Don't tell me what to do, I do my own thang
I make money baby, Guala, drinking Bombay
Bad bitches all around me, inner circle
I'm a family member, Steve Urkel
[Verse 2]
I'll keep it one hundred 'less I'm chopping, then I'll cut it
Money that I'm thumbing, turning nothing into something
Had to cut her off 'cause I ain't like what we becoming
And these fiends always buzzing, serve a couple dozen
Good weed got my fingers sticky like I hit the honey pot
And you better have it on you 'cause I'll never give a spot
Grant your wishes like a genie, girl, just tell me what you want
If I leave, you'll never see me, but you'll miss me when I'm gone

[Verse 3]
Ennie-meenie-money-mo, Lambo, Beamer, 'Rari
Lifestyle, overdressed, heading to the party
Sorry for the flex and sorry that I'm late
But it is what it is and you know who's the best
Okay, listen, baby, I'm a hustler like Cassidy
You wanna know what I see in my chains? Clarity
I got the city in my hands, no remedy
Spending money in the club like it's a charity

[Chorus]
I got the city on my back like a tattoo
Yeah, I'm a ghetto soldier like Papoose
There's no reason why I should talk to you
Give me this, give me that, what about a "Fuck you"?
Don't tell me what to do, I do my own thang
I make money baby, Guala, drinking Bombay
Bad bitches all around me, inner circle
I'm a family member, Steve Urkel
I got the city on my back like a tattoo
Yeah, I'm a ghetto soldier like Papoose
There's no reason why I should talk to you
Give me this, give me that, what about a "Fuck you"?
Don't tell me what to do, I do my own thang
I make money baby, Guala, drinking Bombay
Bad bitches all around me, inner circle
I'm a family member, Steve Urkel