[Intro]

Uh, I got my kush rolled up
Fitted sittin' low
Sac City n***a yeah you already know yeah

[Verse 1]

I'm goin' in like the front door, swangin'
Kickstand made of styrofoam, leanin'
Like Lupe last single, Beamin'
Seven forty fever white dime blade nina
Young Chaz Wheeler all about that cash either
In or I transform like Bumblebee does
Bubblegum kush rolled up in a naked beelah
These n***as mad that I'm hot yeah they hate the fever
In the kitchen with the pot like I'm a barista
In the kitchen with the pot I'm beggin' to chief up
End begins at the dinner table with linen able on my big boy shit
Everywhere my need cable got a stallion named Savanna she stay in my stable
She clubs in on that paper so I call her Staples ball hard 24 like I play at the Staples
But it's our co lines like a barcode
Go!

[Hook]
So tell a friend and I'm iller than you ever been
In the game playing for keeps that's why they never win
Win, yeah I said it they don't ever win
Been to Hell and back now I'm going back to Hell again
I got stacks on the dressers scale on the floor
Burner on my hip couple carats 'round my throat
They can't comprehend how hard a n***a goes
I did it for my city cause it's all a n***a knows

Got my kush rolled up
Fitted sittin' low
Kush rolled up
Fitted sittin' low
I got my kush rolled up
Fitted sittin' low
It's ALL C.I.T.Y. n***a if you wit' me let me know uh

[Verse 2]

The flow sick yeah I wrote this on my death bed
I'm just tryna milk the game like I'm breast fed
You outta know that ya young n***a cold
Let my old hoes suck me off thizz call it X-head
I came to bring the pain like messhead
What's the hold up I'm just tryna blow up like a meth lab
It don't matter if ya bloodin' or ya cousin real n***as fuck with me fuck whoever doesn't
That's word to my older brother's cousin 20 n***as on stage yellin' free new money
Fly trap how I stick to the paper flyin' through the trap got my stickers and my papers
License and registration sticky in the paper rollin' up blazed gentleman not a gangster
Uh, but I still keep it G though, all about my chips squeeze a clip for the Fritos
[Hook]

So tell a friend and I'm iller than you ever been
In the game playing for keeps that's why they never win
Win, yeah I said it they don't ever win
Been to Hell and back now I'm going back to Hell again
I got stacks on the dressers scale on the floor
Burner on my hip couple carats 'round my throat
They can't comprehend how hard a n***a goes
I did it for my city cause it's all a n***a knows

Got my kush rolled up
Fitted sittin' low
Kush rolled up
Fitted sittin' low
I got my kush rolled up
Fitted sittin' low
It's ALL C.I.T.Y. n***a if you wit' me let me know uh