(1st Verse)
Another story to be told,
The city motherfucker this the real, and a majority be broke
No glory to behold, or to be had
and said the man ain't the money if your fortune is pre-owned
I'm tryna rent or lease a dollar
not lose or relinquish power
When every shortage you bring home
means it's just another portion to be loaned to you
You feel the pain and when it pours into each bone
and though it's more than you lead on
and every morning you leave home, do you speak the language?
Money talks, native tongue
we all speak it, it's the greatest love ever known to man
I hope you settle on a plan or layout
cause niggas travel in the safe route and bout the fast money
Express ways of an *expressway* to get it
nigga, when you *inner* sections,
hope you bring your best behavior with it
Say it's real until finish line, though
so what's the glory if a nigga never live and die broke?

(Hook) - 2x
I put my City High
smoke to get the whole city high
I put my City High
smoke clears, whole city wide, just ride...
If you, can't live forever then be something that will
And if you, can't live forever then be something that will...

(2nd Verse)
They say to change you keep receipts for,
destined to return to it
and there the streets wait, after parole and release dates
but no clean slate or second chance
A repeat offender
my freedom withers on either side of the bars
with no leisure with the cards stacked like this
The hardest rap you ever heard: That 25-to-Life shit
No sunny-side tonight ends, darkness of the days
and you can charge it to the game of life shit
cause in a margin of a page
I could barely capture it: A rapper in the back of an ambulance
gasping with the last of his breath
That ain't a accident these bullets they had a name
First and Last
It's no coincidence, these niggas was circling back
to the block and was confident for the kill
it's a consequence of the real:
when a nigga's crying out to his mom's
the only way that most of us are leaving the scene
is hooked to a breathing machine
and they're pronouncing him gone
and THAT'S the real!

(Hook) - 2x
I put my City High
smoke to get the whole city high
I put my City High
smoke clears, whole city wide, just ride...
If you, can't live forever then be something that will
And if you, can't live forever then be something that will...

(3rd Verse)
I gives a fuck about your status
riding dick to get accepted
and banking on another man's image just to get respected
Since you endorse him
you should be splitting your check with him
or in the streets with him risking your neck with him
But at your detriment
he see himself in these lows
Two niggas, same stumping grounds
More or less could be both of them struggling
Perhaps when jealous men, as niggas call
See you flaunt this vision of riches and ghetto wealth and he broke
Will make you wanna try the same niggas
that benefit the most
Ain't no gentleman approach, cause you ain't living it
Besides, your penmanship and privilege is a joke
Behind your five or ten minutes to blow
you niggas get your membership revoked
In truth, it ain't a portrait of what you is
and you ain't shown a portion of what you did
You niggas oughta be fortunate if you live
The realest niggas never do
You either stuffed in a box, or bused in with buckles and locks...

(Hook) - 2x
I put my City High
smoke to get the whole city high
I put my City High
smoke clears, whole city wide, just ride...
If you, can't live forever then be something that will
And if you, can't live forever then be something that will...