City On the Map

[Intro: Conway the Machine]

Yeah, uh

Yeah

Daringer, the fuck, nigga?

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]

Look, this for them niggas gettin' Jew money

Every time they step on the Ave, get they chef on, uh

Say, "Mazel tov," before they step on the glass (Hahaha)

Get their stretch on, keep a big weapon to blast, uh (Brr)

My shorts ready made, Just Don collab (Ah)

I'll probably be in your projects with all my ice out (Yeah)

Run up, one of my youngins gon' put your lights out (Brr, brr)

Fuck what you write 'bout, I know what your life 'bout (Pussy)

Free my dawg, he spin the yard with his knife out (Free my niggas)

Yeah, we came a long way from pushin' grams (Uh-huh)

Say what you want, but you can't say I ever took the stand, uh (Never)

I knew he was pussy when I shook his hand (Cat)

If we can't get to him, then we gon' cook his mans (Brr)

For every brick he whip, we throw the cook a gram (Whip up)

I'm sittin' back, I'm blowin' on a Cookie strand, huh (Smokin')

We keep the Glocks near, this shit is not fear (Yeah)

Machine, bitch, everything I drop is top tier

[Chorus: Conway the Machine & 50 Cent]

Ah, I mean you see the way the neck's lookin' (Yeah)

So you already know the way them checks lookin', (We eatin')

Yeah, I put the city on my back

Got it poppin' on these niggas, put the city on the map (Yeah, see what I did)

Next tour's a quarter mil' run (We eatin', uh-huh)

They hated on the team, but we still won (Hah)

Uh, I put the city on my back (Yeah)

Got it poppin' on these niggas, put the city on the map, ah (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

I'm a A student, I mean I do my homework

No ski mask, put in my own work

I do, do my homework

I do, I do put in my own work

Valedictorian, bulletproof DeLorean (Yeah)

My windows thick like twenty-four hour stores

Kevlar all up in the dash and the doors (Uh-huh)

It's rare that I'm wrong, I think I'm ready for war

What's up? I reflect the darkest cloud in the sky

I'm the coldest winter day when I'm out with the K

Chill, play it cool 'til I come and get frostbit

Let the D's find the strap in the snow after I toss it (Woo)

You fuck around, I set your ass on fire

Hollow tips burn faster than rubber on spinnin' tires

I'm up early with the birds, I push up in my regimen

Party with the animals, I bet I get the metal in

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

I mean you see the way the neck's lookin'

So you already know the way them checks lookin'

Yeah, I put the city on my back

Got it poppin' on these niggas, put the city on the map, yeah

Next tour's a quarter mil' run

They hated on the team, but we still won

Uh, I put the city on my back

Got it poppin' on these niggas, put the city on the map, ah