In Ya City

[Intro: Chinx Drugz] All this paper got my feelings numb Came to the realization they ain't.. All this paper got my feelings numb Came to the realization they ain't.. [Verse 1: Chinx Drugz] All this paper got my feelings numb Came to the realization they ain't real as us Crack slinger turned composer, found that pot of gold Praying for a smoother ride on that rocky road Every gram off that lobby sold Slap your bitch like the puck, talk it hockey go They want the shine but can't foot the labor Foreign ride my garage it's for ripping stable Went from bagging up the work, loading magazines To looking down at the game from the mezzanine We them niggas in your city ho From the blocks to the screens on your vizio [Hook] (Know the niggas in the city) Oh ye we found a way And we started from the back And now we're miles away (Know the niggas in the city) I did it my way And like I'm dreaming but I'm on my way (Know the niggas in the city) And we done put all this work (Know the niggas in the city) [Verse 2: Chinx Drugz] Witness vision of a nigga who envision much Seize your moments cause you only get to live it once Closer to God told my ceiling one Told my niggas before you feast just know the meal you want All these Jesus pieces you think it's a holy war Renovated the crib, I'm freakin'a hold the chord (?) Got these niggas bowing like they making prayer I occupy the seat up in that vacant chair Coke boys run the game that's me on out Fuck niggas hate it go on pull your hair on out In them hills choppin up with Diddy I thought I told you.. [Hook]