Richmond

[Intro Chorus] (I’m from) The R The I the C The H the M The O the N the D That’s my city [Bridge] My city love me Cuz I put on Take a cruise through the south-south side [Verse 1] It’s where I first learned to smoke the grass It’s where I got my first piece of ass We used to shoot dice between the class And if you don’t pay up we gon beat yo ass We never played with the see-saw I got probation for a recharge Seen niggas shot up over [?] Got burnt fucking with a sleaze broad I swear this place ain’t got no love Nigga shot a bitch right in front the fucking club I seen that shit with my own eyes Heartbroke hoes left [?] on my phone line I swear I used to push the ground crew Told that hoe that I’m out of town too Got every pit bull from my nigga [?] Right after my momma put me out the crib In Richmond [Chorus] [Bridge] [Verse 2] Good lord, goddamn Petey Petey came up Couple years back we was down low So we got high to get ZUP What you know bout dark days Pointing that gun at yourself Tell me everything about life Man you can’t blame nobody else Ay boy I seen it all, and I’m still here It’s lions and tigers and bears, but I do not care That’s because I am a bullet I gave you powers my theme song Ding dong pull it Peep my trajectory bet he connecting me rip through yo hoodie I’m running on empty living life to the fullest Good lord, goddamn Petey Petey came up Just a real nigga, talking real nigga shit Damn real niggas get through Let’s look at how everybody go crazy Look at how everybody know the words Look at how I got a cracker saying “nigga” Don’t give a fuck everybody blowing herb Everybody have fun, everybody felt pain Everybody encountered a black cloud, ever follow em in rain Turning doubts to flame But I’m hotter than the form of Shakira Born with a thorn in my ear I Swear I, cried out to God begging for help And then he gave it to me in the form of a mirror Damn Petey Petey you getting deep on us They was sleep eyes up, pull the sheets on em Reave on em, blocking my energy grows in my flows to my chakras I’m the type nigga might run with the chopper You the type nigga get thrown in a locker I’m out for paper, running the stacks Up in the racks so in the beat I can throw me Tanaka [Outro]