Lyrics:
Thousands Millions The City Who Loves

city competition earns gold Into the city, into the city I love the city I'll burn down the city Who loves the city? We'll burn down the city Big posters

the city on my back But now I wear it on my neck 800 thousand dollars worth of diamonds just to flex That Wayne Williams shit was sick Sidney Dorsey trial was thick Love

to your only son But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream

that put ya hands down Y'all know I got the master flow, fast or slow Y'all wanna know who the best is aks ya hoe The honies don't lie they love it

gather slowly around The sacred city, Hell Satan screams a vengance On the land as the angels fell Tyrants pray disaster for the Land of love and trust

play the Navigator Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators Visa gold, bank account on swole Got my million dollar destiny under control Millions

's a thousand a suite Who had the, first bourban with the livin' room set? Who the only nigga you know that drive a burgundy jet? How many cities you

you in about three thousand stores, and get at least fifty thousand orders" "Maybe more 'Bus, who knows your fanbase is emormous" Well of course, look who I've toured with; Wyclef I didn't sell twenty million

that put ya hands down Y'all know I got the master flow, fast or slow Y'all wanna know who the best is aks ya hoe The honies don't lie they love it