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rich city - g-mo skee lyrics

[chorus]
i’m from cl!ck clack (cl!ck*clack) rich city (rich city)
b*tch that means the cliques with me
this that
sick gritty (sick gritty)
rich men music now get with me (now get with me!) [x2]

[verse 1]
where i’m from i done seen the worst things
motherf*ckers celebrating deaths like birthdays
you a bird brain if you even think church safe
n*ggas kicked my grandpa’s door down in fourth grade
in a city full of psycho f*cks but we ain’t pay attention we just wanna find more blunts
then go to andy’s me and my n*ggas buy donuts and throw em’ at the hoes then and buy the taco trucks
just some out of control youth; f*ck what you going through
you getting clowned on for wearing the same ol’ shoe
roast you n*gga ain’t your momma on dopе too i saw her pick you up in that bucket ass old school
if a sucker say hе tryna have a good time that really mean he finna come back with a nine
where i’m from n*ggas start pimpin’ at twelve years old with a b*tch twice the age lookin’ d*mn near grown

[chorus]
i’m from cl!ck clack (cl!ck*clack) rich city (rich city)
b*tch that means the cliques with me
this that
sick gritty (sick gritty)
rich men music now get with me (now get with me!) [x2]
[verse 2]
it be 11 in the morning when them shots rang out
a two sentence conversation then them glocks came out
i’m from a city where rocking the wrong fitted get ya wig splitted
better find a safe haven and hide your kids in it
rich man police can’t even deal with us sh*t get tricky
on 4th (?) silver bl!cky
dimes and nickies to the fingys on the four way
got (?) with the nine and i ain’t seen him since his court date
down the street from st. john’s couple blocks from the parents momma told me to avoid the neighborhood terrorist
i was a good kid still getting (?)
asked for my id and searched saying “you look like this perp!”
(?) knee high
they bust me in (?) and i ain’t go to kennedy high
even our road sign say ‘purpose & pride’ i’m just a poor boy from the rich city that survived

[chorus]
i’m from cl!ck clack (cl!ck*clack) rich city (rich city)
b*tch that means the cliques with me
this that
sick gritty (sick gritty)
rich men music now get with me (now get with me!) [x2]

- g mo skee lyrics

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