[Verse: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse]
I be blown in my city, really gone off the sticky
I get blown in my city by the hoes you think is pretty
You ain't known in your city
Pimp, you slipping, you better get with it
Bet you Spitta pop up in a Lamborgini by Christmas
I pop that big shit and when I speak, I speak it into existence
Millions upon millions, I'm looking good with it
Bitches know 'bout Spitta, an addict for Tenni's
All my hoes who shop for me know I don't wear white fitteds
Half-baked, Mr. Nice Guy with it
Flow so serious, it's often bitten, blame, I don't place on them
But shame on them, and my name's ringing bells
The winds are changing the air, these n***as are not prepared
But the streets are very aware, Spitta is the original
N***as got identity crisis, they trying to be similar
The way he kick shit you would think Bruce Lee was killing him
Catch my breath and then I go back in
I put on for my city, grind strong for my city
Get that national exposure, bring it home to my city
Grey pea weed highs, great weed we buy
Spirit of the Wright brothers, n***a we that fly
Yeah
[Outro]
Come on n***a
Put on for your mother fucking city if you got to, gangsta
Get it while the getting is good, n***a
Fuck the bullshit, n***a, I been putting on for my city since fucking '91, n***a
And I'm still there, ya heard me
Magnolia ain't there, but guess what?
We still putting on for the city, n***a
Everywhere I go, n***a, Magnolia follow me
N***as in my heart, n***as in my bones, ya heard me
And we putting on for my city
And every other n***as city that I go to, n***a
Put on for your city, gangsta