City of God (feat. Chris Brown)

Lost in the bag, I can dance for you Open your back and dance for me There ain't no thing I can do for you Bad gyal, bad gyal Open your back and dance for me You want my move, I can dance for you Jump up again, bendin' ya back Yo, turn up, yo, turn up Remember livin' lights off, I got no money I remember bein' fu- up, nights I go hungry Since I ain't had nothin' to eat Had to bleed the streets to feed the beast And it can go down any minute So you know the stick go to sleep with me It go down in the city of God Go and slide in, don't even feel nothin', no It's a jungle, I feel nothin' Only God know, man It go down in the city of God Some of y'all don't understand Oh, yeah, 'member livin' like I was gettin' spent, now I'm rich Still I get a spent Ridin' with the bag, paranoid, drivin' all this 'Fore I ever made a song, it was powder gettin' mixed I was walkin' to the Coney, me and lil' brodie Can't let you get up on me, you know I got that on me I was broke, so they hold me Now they actin' like they know me How many you know turnt they handcuffs to Rollies? I done slept on air mattress and slept on pallets That wasn't by choice, I had to 'cause we ain't have it Couldn't do nothin' for granny, that turn me to a savage I don't wake up and be rich, lil', you gotta stack it I was lookin' for the bag, boy, I wasn't rappin' You survive in my hood, boy, that wouldn't happen I can't do no crime with no rapper rattin' Bet your brains on the shirt look like Jell-O on a napkin Remember livin' lights off, I got no money I remember bein' fu- up Nights I go hungry Since I ain't had nothin' to eat Had to bleed the streets to feed the beast And it can go down any minute So you know the stick go to sleep with me It go down in the city of God Go and slide in, don't even feel nothin', no It's a jungle, I feel nothin' Only God know, man It go down in the city of God Some of y'all don't understand