Lil' Bern – Kansas City lyrics

Lil' Bern:
It's Lil' Bern up in this mothafucka
D-Loc The Gill God
Kansas City all day baby
You know how we do
Yo

Verse 1:
See I'm just tryna make it so I strategize
Be the best I can be and stay real inside
And til' I die, misery, pain, remain in these thangs of change
And it's weak or sold back they come with fortunate fame
Still I'm the same, (balds?) start this lonely road
I've been through a lot, that's why my heart turned cold
It's a struggle just to stay alive, (if eat my sons?)
Cause every breath I take could be my motherfuckin' last one
I'm still addicted to life with a fast pace
In this club with a top, it's like I'm runnin' in a race
In the size of a (sweater?) I'ma deceive her
Make you a believer, I'm a motherfuckin' Le-Roy
I'm motivated to make my records sale
I'm a prisoner to this gang and I'm living where but I shall prevail
Making money so custom
It's gilla city motherfucker watch me rush 'em
And then I bust 'em

Chorus:
It don't matter where I go
In these streets or on the road
Gilla city's all I know
Gotta rap my city
Take a look into my eyes
Rap my city til' I die
Second paper all my crime
This is Kansas City

D-Loc:
It's gilla city in this mothafucka
We the best in this bitch
We the realest to ever do it
We killin' you niggas

Verse 2:
Murder mothafucka, murder mothafucka, murder mothafucka
Prolly gilla city nigga I'ma get ya
Repeatedly committedly comin' in repeatedly
Come in commit repeatedly
Murder my mothafucka I'm givin you broccoli
You gotta be gettin' your mind
For thinkin' that you fuckin' with me
It ain't no my b thinkin' that I kill and you will and milli
Cause I'm a billy, gilla city takin' over the heat
With a semi-automatic for this takin' bullet
Never this is why'd ya get dressed
We know we put it in plastic
Hatin' for the brother trouble then blast it
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
Niggas still, I'm a motherfuckin' whom again
Burn up in your house, then I make it for the trap,
Cause then I ran your mouth, I'm a motherfuckin' fool
With the ugly buggy willies tryna hate up on me
For the real, rich and bury niggas mac out the wind tho
Hit a pussy nigga with the foe
Livin' nigga on the flow
Damn throw a nigga hand out the window
If a nigga trippin', if a nigga flippin', if a nigga dippin'
Then the gilla city nigga I'ma get ya
Every day nigga on the block
When the niggas get popped
Fully get split like swishes
Bust in the puncture of spinnin' now get off
You fluke rappers up on the marking to get up
Kansas City G for calling to kick off
The Kansas City G I'm call of the (kickos?)
Start of this shit, starting this shit
D-Loc the vulture I'm one of the hardest to spit
Larger than 'em, larger than 'em
Like every damnin' bitch, I'm harder to get

Chorus:
It don't matter where I go
In these streets are on the road
Gilla city's all I know
Gotta rap my city
Take a look into my eyes
Rap my city til' I die
Second paper all my crime
This is Kansas City