For My City by POETIK Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm like marijuana, always find me on the block
I'm like an Apia Nas, probably or Poly Pac
Problem is my rent due, so I gots to make it drop
And I don't mean droppin' tracks but I ain't 'bout to drop facts
Ha, this is 6-eighty-5 music
Poet the capo kept the hollow tip to spit it fluent
I took Vailima to the next level, rap game
Peace to Peter Fats, shoutout the Hamo king
And every mellow man got 'em on that kerosene
Light it up, fuck the world like a bitch, pull out the nut
The style is out the butt, that means you bitin' shits
All for the dollar so just sold like a bitch who swallow
And I'm a good Christian, man, you don't want problems
I do my [?] by my [?], man, Trey got 'em
How many rappers you know ridin' 'round the city
Sellin' CDs out the trunk like it was the late 80's?
[Chorus]
Even when I smoke, or even when I ride
Even when I'm drunk, it's still 6-Eighty-5
Everywhere I roll, all around the globe
It's A-P-I-A, make sure you all know
I keep it live for my city, man
Ain't no motherfucker like me, ah
I ride for my city, man (ride for my city, man)
Bet these bitches all know me now
I be outta these streets
Got a toll in the stash spot just in case I beef with these streets, yeah
[Verse 2]
And if you think I ain't real, you can come and find out about me
I ain't tryna hide, I represent my 6-8 to the 5
But against all odds, it's still an uso rise
Apia City, rep it till the day that I die
Throw your motherfuckin' thumbs up, that's for Western Samoa
West Side Aukilani, West Coast California
Tip your cups up, pour it out for those who passed away
Ōtara state of mind; bangin', taggin' in these alleyways
That's that street hieroglyphic from them ghetto prophets
Gutter government won't stop distortin' facts, we needin' profits
Little kids sellin' foils, quick to pick your pockets
And Peter Piper hit the pipe too hard
Real G's turn to fiends, crackheads is ugly
And I ain't know (Yeah), still my finger on the trigger
Peace to Jay [?], this the diary of a broke nigga
By any means, I gets means to Mister Sinister One
Flippin' the tongue, Jack the Ripper
I was sent to get ya, Poetik now is an enterprise
I kept it live, you motherfuckers better recognize (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa!)
[Chorus]
Even when I smoke, or even when I ride
Even when I'm drunk, it's still 6-Eighty-5
Everywhere I roll, all around the globe
It's A-P-I-A, make sure you all know
I keep it live for my city, man (Ha-ha!)
Ain't no motherfucker like me, ah
I ride for my city, man (And that's facts!)
Bet these bitches all know me now
[Outro]
You know who I am? Shit, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa!
Yo, this goes out to all the usos around the world
The real usos, who bang this shit, uce
Don't let these motherfuckers try to tell you how to be you
Tell them, "Go get fucked!"
One up for the Ville, baby
Smokey! Groove Junkee!
6-Eighty-5, and we out
I'm like marijuana, always find me on the block
I'm like an Apia Nas, probably or Poly Pac
Problem is my rent due, so I gots to make it drop
And I don't mean droppin' tracks but I ain't 'bout to drop facts
Ha, this is 6-eighty-5 music
Poet the capo kept the hollow tip to spit it fluent
I took Vailima to the next level, rap game
Peace to Peter Fats, shoutout the Hamo king
And every mellow man got 'em on that kerosene
Light it up, fuck the world like a bitch, pull out the nut
The style is out the butt, that means you bitin' shits
All for the dollar so just sold like a bitch who swallow
And I'm a good Christian, man, you don't want problems
I do my [?] by my [?], man, Trey got 'em
How many rappers you know ridin' 'round the city
Sellin' CDs out the trunk like it was the late 80's?
[Chorus]
Even when I smoke, or even when I ride
Even when I'm drunk, it's still 6-Eighty-5
Everywhere I roll, all around the globe
It's A-P-I-A, make sure you all know
I keep it live for my city, man
Ain't no motherfucker like me, ah
I ride for my city, man (ride for my city, man)
Bet these bitches all know me now
I be outta these streets
Got a toll in the stash spot just in case I beef with these streets, yeah
[Verse 2]
And if you think I ain't real, you can come and find out about me
I ain't tryna hide, I represent my 6-8 to the 5
But against all odds, it's still an uso rise
Apia City, rep it till the day that I die
Throw your motherfuckin' thumbs up, that's for Western Samoa
West Side Aukilani, West Coast California
Tip your cups up, pour it out for those who passed away
Ōtara state of mind; bangin', taggin' in these alleyways
That's that street hieroglyphic from them ghetto prophets
Gutter government won't stop distortin' facts, we needin' profits
Little kids sellin' foils, quick to pick your pockets
And Peter Piper hit the pipe too hard
Real G's turn to fiends, crackheads is ugly
And I ain't know (Yeah), still my finger on the trigger
Peace to Jay [?], this the diary of a broke nigga
By any means, I gets means to Mister Sinister One
Flippin' the tongue, Jack the Ripper
I was sent to get ya, Poetik now is an enterprise
I kept it live, you motherfuckers better recognize (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa!)
[Chorus]
Even when I smoke, or even when I ride
Even when I'm drunk, it's still 6-Eighty-5
Everywhere I roll, all around the globe
It's A-P-I-A, make sure you all know
I keep it live for my city, man (Ha-ha!)
Ain't no motherfucker like me, ah
I ride for my city, man (And that's facts!)
Bet these bitches all know me now
[Outro]
You know who I am? Shit, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa!
Yo, this goes out to all the usos around the world
The real usos, who bang this shit, uce
Don't let these motherfuckers try to tell you how to be you
Tell them, "Go get fucked!"
One up for the Ville, baby
Smokey! Groove Junkee!
6-Eighty-5, and we out