[Intro]

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, thank you for choosing Delta airlines, flight number 313 now for Belgrade Serbia

Brush up your gators and get your cartier glasses in place for takeoff

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[Verse 1]

It's been nineteen years, since I seen my mamas home

Saw Вршац, Београд, and Краљево

And even though it’s called the city of kings

People seem more at peace with just the simpler things

They appreciate just having food on the plate

Which was new to me just some young dude from the States

When I saw Belgrade, my eyes lit up

Slim ladies with them hips that was wide as trucks

I was riding the bus when my mind got stuck

On this pretty young thing that was fine as fuck

She searched for a seat too nervous to speak

When she sat next to me I was worried my speech

Would sound too American, sound too embracing

Next stop the doors opened up yo’ and there she went

Next time, I ain’t missing the chance

Ridin' through Ex-Yu with Phat Phillie my mans’

[Chorus]

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This place I ain’t seen since 05 yet its still on my mind

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This place I pray that I get to touch at least one more time

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This place I been yearning for like a long-lost love

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Belgrade Five AM I was young going hard in the club

Ay yo but this time when I come back I want to see the whole region

Zagreb, we goin’ up

Sarajevo, we goin’ up

I Montenegro, we goin’ up

Skopje, we goin’ up

I Slovenia, we goin’ up

What up Niš, we goin’ up

And Beograd, we goin’ up

Цел Balkan, we goin’ up

[Interlude]

Ay yo, we goin fly back to my home town though

[Verse 2]

How many more verses can he write about the motor city

Shit I don’t know, let’s see if I got one more in me

Fly lady in my hand like I won a Emmy

Detroit chick so I know she got her cousin ready

If it’s drama, artillery be coming heavy

But she lovely though and trust me that she’s nothing deadly

Pour a cup of henny rock ya’ fly clothes

Let’s roll and bend corners all through the mile roads

Let the Style show for fifty-two fashion weeks

Young thugs only listen to the rappers speak

No halo on OG but he master chief

Don’t catch a case, peep what he has to preach

Cuz he been there, and he seen that

Crown on his head any time he rock the D hat

New generation though I let ‘em rock with me

Cuz’ we gotta Reinvent in the renaissance city

[Chorus]

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This place, still the only spot that I ever called home

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This place you can see it in my strut you can hear it in my tone

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This place is my sector, my crib, my city, my zone

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Cartier eyewear and Cadillacs on chrome

Yeah, ain’t nothing like this place man

East side, we goin’ up

West side, we goin’ up

HP, we goin’ up

Southwest, we goin’ up

Ink town, we goin’ up

Pontiac, we goin’ up

Ay yo North end, we goin’ up

Detroit, we goin’ up