[Part 1]

[Intro: Cities Aviv]

Yeah

Yeah, yah

Yeah, yah

Yeah

[Verse 1: Cities Aviv]

Desaparecidos, fuckin' on a paralegal

Since the sister missed a minister of information

Inundated by the violence, my immediate surroundings got me swervin', racing time

Pacing, painting out of line, can I leave?

Anyway, I did things that you never did

After shock, hit you in the frame with a flip

I apologize for the things that I left

Sorry not sorry for the things that I said

Mobbin' over ice, abstract way of life

Death was on the ticket, so we take it in stride

Even in my absence, I got niggas who gon' ride

Even in my absence, I got...

[Verse 2: Lukah]

Catch me and my nigga floatin' on a highrise

Glock 9, smokin' good with the mob guys

Champagne sippin', watchin' how the time flies

And round table, can't sit unless you're authorized

We be movin' in forms niggas never witnessed yet

Drown in holy water, baptized and left the city wet

Disrespect, had fleas on the dog, I had to disinfect

Only built with gods, I had my niggas shoot the architects

How you move with us when niggas mobbin' on a different time?

Overlapped them twice, and now I'm puffin' at the finish line

They searchin' for the real, did you read and see the picket signs?

Me and Cities movin' with the wind, fuck what y'all design

We undefined, word

[Part 2]

[Intro: Cities Aviv]

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Cities Aviv]

Burnin' acts fast, latch key ratio

The coded room settled in the face block

Radio design by the tyranny embedded in the speaker phone

Final bout, British knives muddy at the rodeo

Head clean the particle, tabloid article insinuated niggas gettin' money

Kinda startled you H&R representers

Nine guillotines hanging off your neck like a rapper with a petty chain

Six rappers overdosing on the benz' and 'caine

I don't feel shit nigga, numb to the stinging pain

In a way, these days, niggas feeling strange

Mesmerized by the pink slips in the purple haze

On the inside, these niggas instigate

On the outside, we press for a bigger weight

Catastrophic meditation, had to congregate

With a couple niggas that I trust in a silent way

[Verse 2: Lukah]

Back up on they ass, rollin' up the gas

Niggas know the task, take me to the stash

Fuck around and spaz, Iron Man, blast

God status, you ain't near my stats, how you gonna last?

Never could you match, dogs on attack

Me and Sonny Capps whippin' somethin black

Head in the back, Key brought the straps

Folks, we leave 'em flat, niggas best relax

Automatic gats with the longer mags, meet a body bag

Operation toe tag, where the drama at? I brought that

Caught the pigs sneaking, tryna apprehend

With the opps tryna stop the flow of the dead man

Tryna run with us, but we ain't takin' new applicants

Gotta screen these niggas, they try bringing in contaminents

From the funk part of the town, the new parliament

Said you need some flavor in your ear, well I'm the condiments

Wanna see life after death, I'm the embodiment

Caught you on stage and we were booing from the audience

Heard niggas spit, I've got to say that shit's insignificant

They heard the god spit, I got the shit and, yeah, that's evident

Real will triumph, I guess they didn't receive the document

Foul nigga, stomp my bloody 4's on your ottoman

[Part 3]

[Intro: Cities Aviv]

One, one, one, one

Why, why

Look in the mirror, I see God

When I look in the mirror, I see

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Cities Aviv, Lukah]

Put your hands up in the sky with ya ugly ass

You the type of nigga wishing with the many men

Paparazzi shootin' flickers in the minivan

Take a stand, I could never sit with you and make a plan

A blueprint, transcript the gossip with a crooked hand

Brain snap back, curvature of a rubber band

Contraband, shipment on arrival in the summertime

Man plays the horn from the center of the second line

Intertwined, devil thought the god had an alibi

I subscribed, motion permiating 'cross the riverside

Niggas had to elevate to recognize the inner mind

Nevermind, so-so death, the stature of the overdrive

We socialize, with the Elvis tatted on the chestplate, it's on the way

Side note, sketching on a brighter day, it's on the way (Yeah)

I'm sketching on a brighter day, it's on the way (Yeah, haha)

Yeah, one (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lukah]

You know I only rip shit for the real niggas

So middle fingers in the air if you fuckin' with us

You know I really only kick shit for the fly bitches

So middle fingers in the air if you vibin' with us

What you know about hidin' dope under the car hood

And cruising 'round with 5 grams in the backwood

The wind blowin', holy smokin', God feelin good

We made it out unharmed like I knew we would

We came a long way from all of the flippin' and servin'

And staying away from the boys in the blacked out suburban

You ride through my city, you would see shit that's disturbing

Death in the hood will never stop cause he keeps reoccuring

I look my son in his eyes and give him reassurance

That I'll forever give him game, because I'm steady learning

We had a home but we was broke, so I chose to put work in

So any karma I received was probably well deserving

But anything I did, G, I had did it with purpose

And everything I got now, my mama couldn't purchase

Now granted, I was still a teen, but still I felt worthless

And when I get what's coming to me, she good, that's for certain

The wifey gon' be whippin' Range with money in her Birkin

Eating only lobster brunches, no more eating at Perkins

They asked me "How you make it out?," I say I was determined

I was creatin' the recipe while the others were sturring, yeah

[Part 4]

[Intro: Cities Aviv]

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Cities Aviv]

I brought my soldier rags to the golden dawn, bitch, I'm gucci

I was built for the tasks that you frowned upon

Simpletons in that AMG, my pen, it weighs a ton, pick it up

Jumpin' in the cypher, you'll break your arm, word is bond

How can I respect the type of shit you on? You not a don

Truly, you're irrelevant amongst the gods and the stars

Really, you a middleman between the roaches and frauds

I awoke to send you peace,

[?]

, the road is hard

Comin' from a distance, inching conditions is gettin' ours

Sidewalk been at the end, bitch, the world is ours

Send a bitch to kiss you on the chin, thought you seen it all

Chasing after waterfalls, you niggas never made it far

How can I regress to be the type of man you are?

I can't even recognize the type of fuckin' man you are

Say you pussy niggas way, way, way, way off the xans or bars or something

[Verse 2: Lukah]

Catch the dog blowin' the finest plantables, these niggas ain't elligible

Incapable to keep up with the boss, that ain't debatable

They know I spit the hottest shit, middle name's flammable

My style's untraceable, don't mean to make a spectacle but I am the shit

Probably catch us at the Venice Kitchen, toastin' over pots and dishes

Had to make a pass to the riches, give me all that's exquisite

Posted by the body ditches with the baddest misses, love to give the dick french kisses

Rappers takin' shots but they can't aim, cause they all misses

Air the rats out, shouldn't have to share the same existance

Know the journs follow when they know that you the fuckin' sickest

Lost a couple homies, had to leave 'em by the burning bridges

Never 'round front, never take it through the back entrance

Smoking rarity, '93, yeah that's loud spinach

Still the godly one, walk on water, doing swimming time

Part the red sea when seen in me cause I don't wait in line

Why marry the game when the bitch can be my concubine?

Had to cut a few heads, I found out they were serpentines

Or serpentines, whatever, lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find

With the woes in the back and throwin' up South Memphis signs

Dinner with my demons last evening, had to wine and dine

Tried to hit up God, but I guess he chose to hit decline

Bars are purified cause I don't speak it if it's unrefined

They fuckin' with me here, better luck on the other side, yeah

[Outro: Tupac Shakur interview]

When you’re born, usually, you’re born into a dynasty or an empire. You’re born as a junior, or following in your father’s footsteps. They always tell you, "Your father, he did this," or "We got this," or "The family heirlooms." It’s none of that in the outer city—I call it the outer city, ‘cause we’re left out. There’s no nothing. We don’t get any family heirlooms, the family crest. All that stuff that you would think is so important is meaningless ‘cause our family crest was cotton. It’s like the only thing we can really leave behind is culture and dignity and determination. That’s what we had