In The City

[Intro: SkeeTV Interview] [Hook: Jeff Woods] In the city of big dream and bright lights What you see is what you get so motherfucker look twice Hard times, just tryna get by I remember a night when I was tryna get high So much stress [Verse 1: Action Bronson] New at the game but I learn quick Everything I purchase I've earned it You can catch me in suburban swervin' Window half down think I'm German Hit the tree's now I'm bent, use febreeze for the scent Hide the G's in a vent so you see the boy wiggle the keys to the Benz One and only, Bam Bam, Flushing, Queens represent After we shoot we throw the tec out, at least 10 stacks when I step out Through explanations from the chefs mouth No more stress [Hook] [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Tires screech for the iron I reach reclining the seat Now you sleep, the shit is pure have you grinding your teeth See a smile on ya face but you dying underneath What it be? ain't nothing, stay stunting Jewerly on the wave runner Bronsolino smoother than some shea butter Chillin by the mountains like a grey hummer Ate dinner while they played the whispers I had the fish it was the delicious, had hibiscus syrup Trips to Europe, bitch I'm here cheer up Have a beer, pull a chair up, there's some things we got to clear up I'm the motherfucking man, dyke, big stack of money with the rubber band tight Lie with the left, shake hands right Thank you for coming good night [Hook]x2