Lyrxo Wrote It Tha City Paper (Ft. Petty & Starlito)

[Produced By Gotham City]

[Verse 1 -Tha City Paper]
I pulled up, take the block
Then I said I appreciate ya
Nowadays it’s just boss shit
Motivator, mediator
Got to watch out for them alphabet boys, abbreviators
Quarter chickens, four and a baby
Used to keep that bitch in an incubator
Small town, perfect timing
Pulled up bumping that Big Lou
Hoop dreams, junior college, goddamn I wish I was 6’2”
Hold up, hold up, remember me?
Motherfucking right, I remember nights
[?] on the project floor
I didn’t even give a fuck, didn’t dim the lights
Old shit, but she heavy now, got a nigga telling them cock tales
Meeting up with young T Hyde, I ain’t s’posed to be eating these ox tails
Enterprise, need to rent a car, young bitch ain’t got a credit card
Son still getting his hustle on, shooting threes to [?] better yard
I’m City Paper, I’m a rap god
All I can say is a genius wrote it
Half a plug, I ain’t even tripping, guess I’ll let Ms. Tina hold it
Blood money, see the stars, where the hell is Ms. Mother Nature?
Tryna get like them Arabs, 50 stores, 100 acres