A Tale of 2 Citiez lyrics

[Produced by Vinylz]

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Since a youngin' always dreamed of gettin' rich
Look at me, my n*gga
Fantasize about a white picket fence
With some trees, my n*gga
Used to want a Pathfinder with some tints
That's all I need, my n*gga
Throw some 20's on that b*tch and get it rinsed
But now I see, my n*gga
That the world's a lot bigger ever since
Picked up the paper
And they say my n*gga Eddie caught a body, I'm convinced
Anybody is a killer, all you gotta do is push 'em to the limits
f*ck being timid in the Civic
Politicin' with the pushers and the pimps
I'm tryna write a story, can I get a glimpse?
Yeah, can I get a glimpse?

[Chorus 1]
Last night I had a bad dream (Bad dream, bad dream)
That I was trapped in this city
Then I asked is that really such a bad thing? (Bad thing, bad thing)
They robbin' n*ggas on the daily
Can you blame a n*gga that ain't never had things?
(What's the value of a thing?) Guess not
Last night they pulled up on my n*gga at the light like—
Ugh, nice watch, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
[Bridge]
Small town n*gga, Hollywood dreams
I know that everything that glitters ain't gold
I know the sh*t ain't always good as it seems
But tell me 'til you get it how could you know?
How could you know? (How could you know? How could you know? How could you know? How could you know? How could you know?)
How could you know? (How could you know? How could you know? How could you know? How could you know? How could you know?)

[Verse 2]
Listen up, I'm 'bout to go and get rich
f*ck with me, my n*gga
We gon' circle 'round the Ville and hit a lick
Cop some trees, my n*gga
And some powder, bag it up and make it flip
You gon' see, my n*gga
One day we gon' graduate and cop a brick
And that's the key, my n*gga
Listen up, I'm 'bout to go and get rich
Stand back and watch if you want to, n*gga
Me, I want my pockets fat, a badder b*tch
Tired of seein' n*ggas flaunt, I wanna flaunt too, n*gga
Watch some rollers in a f*ckin' Crown Vic
Tryna lock a n*gga up, that's what they won't do, n*gga
Wanna know a funny thing about this sh*t?
Even if you let 'em kill your dream
It'll haunt you, n*gga, haunt you
[Chorus 2]
Last night I had a bad dream
That I was trapped in this city
Then I asked is that really such a bad thing?
I look around like—
Do you wanna be another n*gga, that ain't never had things? (What's the value of a thing?)
Guess not
Last night we pulled up on a n*gga at the light like
(You know what the f*ck it is, n*gga, run that sh*t right now)
Uh, nice watch, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Hands in the air now, hands in the air

[Outro]
Father forgive me for my childish ways
I look outside and all the clouds are gray
I need your hands to take me miles away
Your wish is my command, my command, my command
But before you go I've got to warn you now
Whatever goes up surely must come down
And you'll get your piece, but know peace won't be found
So why just take me man, take me man, take me man
Your wish is my command, my command, my command