city on the map ft. Obie Lyrics

They said I'm balling but I missed my free throw

I'm undefeated on this misery flow

You know I'm packing on the Keef but don't mistake me for Mr. Faneto

I told the label "fuck you", that's why they call me Cee Lo

Because I was taught to see low

And never take an opportunity with only 8 toes

That's why I'm always on 10

That's why my name is in the convo when they talking about pen

I know this industry can separate the boys from the men

I'm attentive

They say the rhymes are intensive

I hold the line like a scrimmage

I'm flossing out like a dentist

Serve it up like it's tennis

Or like a judge with a sentence

I chop it up about dividends

Say my music speaks, I keep it sweet till the bitter end

All my brothers eat I say capisce and they understand

I'm the one that pull up when one of my homies in a jam

I was down and out and I ain't talking about Killer Cam

You've been a fan

Now they calling me the Mr. Van Damn

When it come to packing instagrams

Know I'm gonna hit the grand slam when I'm in the stands

And now a nigga high demand it's all in the plan

You know these niggas duck and scram when it's in my hand

Yea

You know I had to put the city on the map

Now they feel me where I'm at like

You know I had to put the team up on my back

I told my niggas better act right

Nowadays the hoes be calling like I'm Sheck

They wanna take me for a test drive

But In fact, I put the city on the map

Fuck a needle or a crack pipe

And that's right

Buffalo gave me a fresh start, so I got to give back to them

And Social done gave me my first chance, so I'm tipping my hat to him

And you know that his catalog all hits, so I'm giving the bat to him

Remember back rooms, that we rapped in

Now we on stage, and we tapped in

We done wrote songs, no relaxing

In the basement, with the blunt packed

When we ash that on a napkin

And we'd pass that like Haskins

I miss shooting all the videos, before the city closed

People back home way different than the city folk

Was a funny guy, making silly jokes

Now I got a girl with a pretty face hitting pretty poses

I was always on my grind, never really took the time for me to smell the roses

I've been thinking life is just a breath of fresh air

My friend passed, he's in heaven, I anticipate me meeting him there

He told me I done got a gift over the kicks and the snares

They couldn't beat me if it's musical chairs

Now I'm hoping that you all fully aware

That everyone in life is going, and that shit isn't fair

I'm killing every beat for him so every rapper beware

I'm on my shit, I ain't got seconds to spare,

I ain't minutes to lose,

Appreciating every minute on this Earth even if it's miniscule, I'm gone

You know I had to put the city on the map

Now they feel me where I'm at like

You know I had to put the team up on my back

I told my niggas better act right

Nowadays the hoes be calling like I'm Sheck

They wanna take me for a test drive

But in fact, I put the city on the map

Fuck a needle or a crack pipe

And that's right

Now this shit coming together like Group-ons

Bitch I'm the new Don

When I'm outside and I'm getting my groove on

Man it's been too long

I like my drink strong

I like my money green

All of my enemies coming together now

Looking to form a team

So many thoughts and I had to let them out, a nigga was never seen

Now that I'm winning I'm feeling Charlie Sheen

Two halves, I want everything

Know they thought it was a wrap but I had to let it sing

For my city I want better things

Better things, I want better things

I want better things