City on Lock

[Intro: Hit-Boy]

Nabeyin

Damn, this what it come to?

Huh

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]

Think I’ve been in a maze, fifteen minutes of fame

I’ll put niggas on game, living up to my name

Barrel into your mouth, I’m knocking brains out

‘Fore I switch up the style, I kick a bitch out

Suit up, then boot up, a ruler, I’m too much

Enough’s not enough when you came up from the mud

I ain’t believe in you niggas, I’m a real big tipper

My diamonds on glitter, I’m just with real niggas

(I mean, real niggas ain't even gotta say they real)

Throw a 100 in the tank, up my sleeve got an ace

I done found another way

Whether we back-to-back in Hondas or the Rolls

I’m rooting for my niggas 'cause we chosen

[Chorus: Nas]

Nigga, we chosen, money we holding

Ice stay frozen, your bitch open

Got the city on lock now

Got the city on lock

Got the city on lockdown, nobody move a muscle

Nigga, we true to the hustle

Got the city on lock

Got the city on lockdown

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]

See, my mama told me, “Don’t let these girls get you in trouble”

Blood, sweat, tears to the struggle

Spanish house, brown stuck on, pilots tucked

Monte Carlo switch it up, rally stripes kitted up

Flying down 48th, we just tryna live it up

The difference was, I played my part

But I never played myself so women give it up

That’s 'cause the kids rapping now not as skilled as us

I’m praying that they raise the game up

I’m talking to everybody, no one in particular

Come around my way, you could sit with us

Black-owned stores, sage and cinnamon

Credit card purchases, the minimum, new raw denim, ugh

See I know what the mission was

[Chorus: Nas & Dom Kennedy]

Nigga, we chosen, money we holding

Ice stay frozen, your bitch open

Got the city on lock (Yeah)

Got the city on lock (Yeah)

Got the city on lockdown, nobody move a muscle (Uh-huh)

Nigga, we true to the hustle (Yeah)

Got the city on lock (Lock, yeah-yeah)

Got the city on lockdown (Yeah, ugh)

[Verse 3: Hit-Boy & Dom Kennedy]

Look, they wanted to stop, we come out on top, the oven on hot

City on lock, we not with the talk, we hit up your spot

This ain’t the shit for the radio

Party in the hills, look at the ratio

Louis shades on, but I ain’t shady, though

Came back in this bitch with a crazy flow

I want to make a toast to the real ones

When the bill come, we pull out platinum

I need the black one, so run me my backend

And as far as rapping goes, I'ma have to vote

For the kid in the Dodger fitted just off style alone

I believe in you niggas, but I’m still that nigga

And my diamonds on glitter, and my jab much quicker

My momma told me, "Son, stick to your hustle

Stay close to people that love you"—I got this shit off the muscle

[Outro]

Ugh

Nas

Hit-Boy

Dom Kennedy

Got the city on lock

City on lock

Half-A-Mil

Niggas

Ugh