(sound of kids playing)

Yo

That fly bitch city life

It's all good (x2)

Yo

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

Nightlife, bright lights

The city is alive, put it in drive

And bend the corners

Ears burning, they talking on us, niggas and flies

Mind's at peace

Still see the beauty in the hideous streets of true lies

Jaded view

But never let the block consume me to the point where I couldn't make a major move

We got too much stacked up

To get the oppressors back up

So instead, I'm pushing ahead

On to the next phase

I'm all packed up

Behind the wheel the will

I use to spit the real to real

And now I owe the deal the deal

Cause he knew skill for skill

Forreal foreal, these rappers couldn't match up

I used to say

[Hook x2]

(It's like life dealt me the wrong hand) [x2]

I used to say

(It's like life dealt me the wrong hand) [x2]

But look at me now

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]

Yeah, I'm weaving through the fast lane

Feel the night air almost fresh as my Nike Airs

Inhale and exhale with deep breath

I could live my whole life here, yeah

I'm living out my luggage

I truly love it, I'm buzzing before my face hits the public

I'm stuck in my ways and not budging

I live my whole life hustling (hustling)

And today is no different

I'm drifting, in my own world getting lifted

Slow drag, smoke the whole bag

In my lap a loaded .44 Mag

And I hate to use it but I will

The savages they run loose for dollar bills

So I got smart and got steel

For those scoping the pad

I used to say

[Hook x2]

(It's like life dealt me the wrong hand) [x2]

I used to say

(It's like life dealt me the wrong hand) [x2]

But look at me now

Yeah

Real shit