[Chorus: B.o.B]
Yeah I’m from the city swear it’s loud as hell
n*ggas always talking tell em I don’t care
Balling so damn hard I tore my ACL
It’s way too many b*tches I done smashed in here
Yeah I’m from the city swear it’s loud as hell
n*ggas keep on talking tell em I don’t care
Ballin’ so damn hard I tore my ACL
Got all my n*ggas with me ain’t no problems here
[Verse 1: London Jae]
London wild, he a city n*gga
Plenty paper, like a [?] n*gga
Keep slime with me, he gon’ hit a n*gga
Got lil cuz with me that’s a trigga n*gga
I’m on boulevard, popping good flavor
Hit Cleveland, Bankhead
I’m in Decatur with Bobby n*gga
Try my n*gga, ima body n*ggas
Keep it 1 million, I’m solid n*gga
Chain hanging like a chandelier
b*tches round a n*gga drinkin liquor
Got a panoramic on a panomera
Leave a n*gga in the cemetery
p*ss and sh*t on your obituary
Call it February, boy I’m military
Magic got em pretty city b*tches
Finally got a ratchet pretty b*tch
Pretty pus*y, plenty ass n titties
Roll it up and ima mash it with them
Saturday I’m up at mansion hanging with the savages
And I know the city like mine
With them bad b*tches like mine
Try and it’ll take a whole lifetime to shine like I shine
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Yeah I’m from the city swear it’s loud as hell
n*ggas always talking tell em I don’t care
Ballin’ so damn hard I tore my ACL
It’s way too many b*tches I done smashed in here
Yeah I’m from the city swear it’s loud as hell
n*ggas keep on talking tell em I don’t care
Ballin’ so damn hard I tore my ACL
Got all my n*ggas with me ain’t no problems here
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Stripper b*tches always want to turn up
Stackin’ collard green cabbage yeah turn up
Chillin’ with a b*tch you never heard of
Giving n*ggas with sloppy toppy with the [?] up
Shirt up, skirt up, word up, bandz
Extendo in my hand I got a short attention span
Yeah, we was down, I never doubted my team
Can you hear me packed as loud as can be
Nine thousand, nine hundred, ninety nine problems
I put in work like its ten thousand of me
Post up something, watch me blow up from it
Call it photobombing bet I’m holding something
Not a role model, got a smoking problem
f*ck the whole bible, drink the whole bottle
n*ggas gossip, like the hoes gossip
Pockets be on Rosie O’Donnell
I just be preaching my own truths
The Bobby Ray version, the whole gospel
Can I get a witness, I been through the trenches
Vicious rumors, turn to negative intentions
This ain’t rocket science, this ain’t quantum physics
This No Genre b*tch, we smashing competition
Easy...bandz
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Yeah I’m from the city swear it’s loud as hell
n*ggas always talking tell em I don’t care
Ballin’ so damn hard I tore my ACL
It’s way too many b*tches I done smashed in here
Yeah I’m from the city swear it’s loud as hell
n*ggas keep on talking tell em I don’t care
Ballin’ so damn hard I tore my ACL
Got all my n*ggas with me ain’t no problems here