Love In The City Icewear Vezzo

[Intro]
Do it for the trenches and the gangsters
For the real niggas, fuck a wanksta (Helluva made the beat, baby)
Street nigga runnin', get the paper
Yeah, yeah
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Real street nigga, I ain't fake
Yeah, mm

[Chorus]
Ain't no love in the city (Yeah)
Them niggas, they got drug in the city
Open grave, left 'em dug in the city (Bah-bah, bah-bah)
Ain't no plugs in the city (Nah)
Gritty, pourin' mud in the trenches (Pourin' up)
Niggas iffy, got a club with the glizzy, I'm with cuz, he get busy (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Good dope drugs, one schedule
Clam Rolliе, yeah, that's Oyster Perpеtual
I was in the feds when my mans made a plan and came home, lit this whole bitch up like it's a festival
Talking 'bout the Patek or the ’Venchy, real corporate thuggin', when it come to gettin' money, we professional
Don't slide with no nigga 'less he Stephy
Sack chaser, turn him to a vest juice, man still trappin' out the Tesco
Made a name for us now we litty
But why the love gotta turn to hate? Stay focused, Ice, don't let 'em get the best of you (Don't let 'em get the best of you)
The cops chasin', turn 'em to a spectre
Have your fun with that music, get the money, just don't let it [?]