I see it in you, I see a God, City of sons, city is dark, insidous art, grittiest parts, black as revolvers that tear me apart, Pack me a soda and
marry a cart, 40 stops then I depart, 40 stops then I depart, straight from the park, uptown bound, nigga dont touch that ounce, niggas gon dust this pound, my niggas just work no lounge, im feeling perfect now, didnt go to purchase wow, blade make the purchase sound, as I hurt this clown, you copied your mans you got worthless clout, it really aint worth shit bro, you cleaning your purses out, yea, you aint really ouchea, hell is still coming but this time it sound near, coming for all of the people the ground share, manhattan or brooklyn but nobody coming around here
40 stops then i depart, 40 stops then i depart, theres more to this world, so why would i shoot for the stars, you looting it all,
not sure what to say I listen to this song every single day - but will let it be known that are u happy? is the closest peggy has come to touching actual God and end credits - five bags and a small 🔥 justinallenmckenzie