Listen to Through the City by EST Gee

Through the City

EST Gee

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm from where calm made us hot after niggas started gettin' picked off Niggas front us, don't make nothin' from it but fifty missed calls When DQ had a million-five and died takin' footballs I used to walk these streets broke, now I drive a push-start Niggas know that I ain't greedy, get spanked, keep tryna be sneaky If I told you what I paid for these P's, you wouldn't believe me Whole city hatin', that shit crazy, used to call us dirty The other side some bummy guys, but me and mines ain't hurtin' If I did it, it was on purpose, I ain't never said I was perfect While me and Vontaе lurkin', hopin' police don't disturb us We thought niggas was gangsters, hustlеrs, killers, and robbers But that's online, and from our eyes, niggas ain't matchin' our grind Niggas ain't never seen a nine and it let it fly for sixteen-five Rock it up, hopin' we find a sucker to shop with us Know the dope already cut, but we told 'em it was raw, though Finessed him, God bless him, get a new number tomorrow Told him meet me on Redondo, my nina on me like Rondo Know my run long as a car note, on the highway with a Carlo Put the pounds in the trash can, Vontae do the whippin' Crack the door, Ayesha how she let us use her kitchen Know I keep a million bitches' houses where we send it Bust it with my niggas, then we spread it through the city Put the pounds in the trash can, Vontae do the whippin' Crack the door, Ayesha how she let us use the kitchen Know I keep a million bitches' houses where we send it Bust it with my niggas, then we spread it through the city Real trapper, this was my dream, I know ain't no I in team But you can find me with cream, Karo jugg, he think it's lean Percs done damn near made us fiends, out here, ain't no in between Lil' dog said he got a sting, you know I let him hold the beam On our block, we reign supreme, biggest shit you ever seen Balmain, not no Rockstar jeans, balled, but I ain't make no league Why these niggas wan' hate on Gee?, know I get it from A to Z Cali weed, ain't from AZ, none of that fuck shit fazin' me These broke niggas dream 'bout takin' me, these freak hoes dream 'bout datin' me Lot of shit ain't okay with me, better watch what you say to me Countin' my pockets, that's gay to me, they know better than play with me They overnight them things to me, just give me 'bout a day or three Put the pounds in the trash can, Vontae do the whippin' Crack the door, Ayesha how she let us use her kitchen Know I keep a million bitches' houses where we send it Bust it with my niggas, then we spread it through the city Put the pounds in the trash can, Vontae do the whippin' Crack the door, Ayesha how she let us use the kitchen Know I keep a million bitches' houses where we send it Bust it with my niggas, then we spread it through the city
Writer(s): George Stone Iii, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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