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half-a-mil (hit-boy & dom kennedy) - city on lock lyrics

d+mn, this what it come to?
huh

[verse 1: hitboy]
think i’ve been in a maze
15 minutes of fame
i’ll put n+ggas on game
living up to my name
barrel into ya mouth
i’m knocking brains out
‘fore i switch up the style, i kick a b+tch out
suit up then boot up or rule up, i’m too much
enough’s, not enough when you came up from the mud
i ain’t believe in you n+ggas
i’m a real big tipper
my diamonds on glitter, i’m just with real n+ggas
i mean, real n+ggas ain’t even gotta say they real
throw a 100 in the tank
up my sleeve got an ace
i done found another way
whether we back to back in hondas or the rose
i’m rooting for my n+ggas cause we chosen

[hook: nas]
n+gga we chosen
money we holdin’
ice stay frozen
your b+tch open
got the city on lock now
got the city on lock
got the city on lockdown
n0body move a muscle
n+gga we true to the hustle
got the city on lock
got the city on lockdown
[verse 2: dom kennedy]
see my momma told me
“don’t let these girls get you in trouble”
blood, sweat, tears to the struggle
spanish house brown stuck on, pilots tucked
monte carlo switch it up
rally stripes kitted up
flying down 48th, we just trying to live it up
the difference was, i played my part but i never played myself so women give it up
that’s cause the kids rapping now, not as sk!lled as us
i’m praying that they raise the game up
i’m talking to everybody, no one in particular
come around my way, you could sit with us
black owned stores, sage, and cinema
credit card purchases the minimum
new raw denim, uh
see i know what the mission was

[hook: nas]
n+gga we chosen
money we holdin’
ice stay frozen
your b+tch open
got the city on lock now
got the city on lock
got the city on lockdown
n0body move a muscle
n+gga we true to the hustle
got the city on lock
got the city on lockdown
[verse 3:hitboy, dom kennedy & nas]
they wanted to stop
we come out on top
the oven on hot
city on lock
we not with the talk we hit up your spot
the ain’t the sh+t for the radio party in the hills
look at the ratio, louis shades on but i ain’t shady though
came back in this b+tch with a crazy flow

i want to make a toast to the real ones when the bill come
we pull out platinum
i need the black one
so run me my back end
and as far as rapping goes, imma have to vote for the kid in the dodger fitted just off style alone
i believe in you n+ggas
but i’m still that n+gga
and my diamonds on glitter
and my jab much quicker

my momma told me “son stick to your hustle, stay close to people that love you”
i got the sh+t off the muscle
uh
nas, hitboy dom kennedy
got the city on lock
city on lock
half+a+mil
n+ggas
uh

- half a mil hit boy dom kennedy lyrics

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