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