[Chorus: Lydia Ceaser]

Rock around my city with the top low

There ain't no place that I can't go

From the corner sold, to sold out shows

[Verse 1: SevenR]

I wish where I went I kept my city safe

But if I go out

It turns to a whole house

A whole house with kids

You need to stay

If I pass away my whole life is burden

Hop in the game

In the rim

Where to flip

The no choice in the game

To kill and dip

It's not expanded

2 minutes changing beat

But we did, you guys did it, we just did it

Yeah, no flip, no chip

I guess we just chip

Eat some chips, 9 to 5 I eat the drip

We never go out and sleep

Wе just roll out

No guns, no kill, we just fight and co-out

(It's Lit)

We gotta sleep, tuck ya bed, No cold-out

Wе don't take a chance cause we not a Fallout

We not a sellout, You gotta sell out for ya city

(Sellout, yeah)

Lydia Caeser, we know we getting litty

But it's lit when you pop a whole flimy

Pop a wheely, we can never fly

And go to a new city and then we ride

[Chorus: Lydia Ceaser]

Rock around my city with the top low

There ain't no place that I can't go

From the corner sold, to sold out shows

[Hook: Lydia Ceaser]

Hood Famous

They know where my name is

The whole world got my back

We 'gon make it

Hood Famous

The whole world got my back

[Part II]

[Verse 1: SevenR]

It's lit on a friday PM

Why you ruining it by going in dm's

No need to flinch, cause baby I got you

No Wednesday Night, we split on a tuesday

No need to flinch with this

I don't need a write

But I write a script

No need to flip

How many times have I picked up the chain

And I'm not smiling

I said that in "East"

But I say that alot of times

No need to cry

But you still shine

Gonna keep you looking like a dime

Even though you not mine

I keep a promotion

No need to discover

I go outside

I be keeping

On keep-dial

I keep on pre-dialing

In the night cab

We just go out and have a fun time

But the "night trash"

The night is not trash

You gotta enjoy it while you last

But I (Yeah, Yeah)

We just flip the certain times

And i'll make this loud

And we going low-right (6)

We going right

Bronny scoring left and right

Hoes on me left & right

If I keep on doing this

I'm not gonna let it slide

While they pulling you back

There's no need to let it slide

While we just riding once

No need to die

If I die, you have to keep mourning me

'Till i'm fine

One in the pack

I don't really like this

When I go back

And i'm not trash

And i'm not packs

If you want this

I don't last in the six

In the back, I don't really constrast

Why put me "contacts"

You already have my phone number in the pack

But If you wanna do this, we have to go back in the past

I don't want to do that while we last