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letra de city limits - tedy andreas

(intro)
sometimes i feel like they don’t get the bigger picture
some people in my city
they don’t believe the sky’s the limit
or they’re so content burning trees and popping pills they don’t shoot for the thrill no more
they’ll rather deny greatness than embrace it
we all capable of it but no one believes me
i’m just reflecting back when all this rap shit got started…that’s all i want

(verse 1)
ayo my city’s always had me conflicted
it’s twisted how my homies treating their b-tches
the liquor in us, spray the swig, and all the habits hereditary
we law breakers, still underage in america
but boost us up that’s what the bottle do, not talking erica
my thoughts get wild, my first words were “motherfuck the feds”
mama jammed up when i’m early, when i was just an egg
i lay to rest, hoes on my cobra, it’s like a bayonet
wake up and she say “we’re compatible.”, then i gotta jet
used to be too nervous to show my sk!ll, now they quote the kid
they know andreas spits poisonous like the oil biz
i got the tools to make a lotus my whip
the tools to birth a monster
got the charm to get hoes out the vs
i smoke the fattest l’s , the more it burns the lesser the cells
the more i burn its like i’m entering hell
the more i earn the more they pray that i fail
my old friends and my exes
regardless of the circ-mstances i’ll get cheddar forever
and that’s real

(interlude)
i embrace it, caught in heavy smoke just like a whirlwind
if the world were to end today i wouldn’t be halfway satisfied with the marks i made
though my progression’s been real
a broader audience i’m now appealing to
levelheaded just tryna remain the same me
some people stay stagnant and got mad that i was rapping
but this was all part of the plan

(verse 2)
always felt like i was destined for this rap game, how y’all spit’s disastrous
y’all were chasing pussy i was studying different strategies
to make a 100 thousand
keep a fifth of sailor jerry’s handy
masking my intelligence still feel like i’m the wisest man
young enough to be your son baby but im the one you want
get you sweatin, burn off the cake you ate at the restaurant
addicted to sneakers, jordan 3’s with elephant print from tinka
at nights i can’t sleep, treat the cheeba like anesthesia
i’m from that city where they show no love
they drink that mud
got me wrapping codeine on my blunts
the combination ain’t too healthy crystallizes my lungs
but mixing them together makes swishers burn slower than sloths
tryna get our monies worth, yo , cause we were born broke
and we all striving for perfection, but we coming up short
the haters do me favors lately adding fuel to the fire
really grinding so that my brother and my sister retire early and quit the stressin’

(interlude)
that’s all that really phase me
a lot of promises i made i’m keeping for when my day comes
not concerned cause i’ve always been easily motivated so i know i’ll make it
only a matter of time
life changes i just write down my observations and viewpoints on how i see it
when you’re listening to me you’re just reading, putting yourself in my shoes…
let’s ride

(verse 3)
high school honeys got b-mps on they stomach and run with men who don’t love ’em
the city stress me out i’m tryna pull up on my old teachers
in a 7 series, they’re in a regal
never believed in all the lectures and the lies that they’re feeding
so observant, cutting corners, keep peripheral vision for crown victorias
when them lights flash i drive like i’m jeff gordon
they get away with murder like every time i flip on the news
these cops will pull the lead and erase you just like a number two
r.i.p to michael, rest in peace to trayvon
i want my mom to see the eiffel tower ‘fore her day come
the city’s grimy, i double check who’s shaking my palm
half of my homies plottin’ on me, the other half sing along
we all sinners
ever since highschool shit’s all different
t my dawgs flippin packs move swiftly and dodge prison
not tryna visit you just like i visit natasha
and cut that beat off;
still here screaming ” free my mama”
yo thats all i got… yea…thats all i got left

(outro)
i feel like i always drop gems
i feel like i’m the one that’s meant for this
i feel like my city needs me to represent so imma do it for ’em
you ain’t gotta like it just respect it, you ain’t gotta like me just respect me
yea just respect that shit
mad illusions y’all

- tedy andreas

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