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  1. Intro

From the recording Huey x Riley

Lyrics

[BIGAL VERSE]
Yo I’m an architect...
Map out my dreams then I execute it
From a city where you die
They respect the shooter
A lot niggas ain’t tough
They just know computers
Watch how they maneuver
Hire killers just to come and do ya
The street gospel...
The hustlers on the corners
Was the preachers
The fathers left the mothers
Fo they greet ya
So how you think we stuck
In these tragic predicaments
When everybody is a prophet
But never delivered it
Bigz don’t talk about it nigga
I’m really bout action
These niggas do it for the
camera and lights..
Y’all don’t deserve a mic
I put my life on this shit
Painting pictures real vivid
I’m cooking in the kitchen
Tell yo bitch come do the dishes
I’m the true and living
Huey & Riley energy given
Dalai Lama give you visions
Of what you niggas just missing

Hook:
City Gods out here in the boondocks
Neighbors uncomfortable
Blastin the boombox
It’s a lot of trees out here
Damn it’s mad trees out here
City Gods out here in the boondocks
Neighbors uncomfortable like
“Turn down the boombox”
It’s a lot of trees out here
Damn it’s mad trees out here

Verse :
The True & Living is Present /
On Earth who The Made Heavens:
Supreme SWEATER a 7/
Nappy Headed Profession of giving lessons
Each/
1
i Teach
1
code of the righteous /
Body every beat that comes ya way code of the nicest /
Huey’d
Freed His
Mind /
Then Huey Free’d his Kind /
Riley Started Wildin
Mine Craft
redesigning /
Universe Realigning
1% steady trying
To see populations declining
But Fuck that
My minds an Automatic weapon
That bust back
Like Blat blat blat blat blat

I’m a big brother
With my eyes on big brother
read it all well
1984
Orwell
But
I don’t believe in conspiracies
I just do the knowledge
then apply it,
You hearing me/
Blood suckers of the poor
Yeah they been fearing
We /
Because the 5 Percenters rise above that spiritually /

I live in color
don’t confuse me with Oswald Bates
I’m God
Not woke
for Social displays /


They tried to hit us with a 5g Wave
Drowned in Corona /
Cuz the collective mind of man is out of the Coma/

Control the narrative
Controls imperative
Control ain’t arrogant
CONTROL’s a Therapist

I’m smoking blue in the memory of Nipsey /
Till my soul Cookes like Sam In the 60’s/

Hook:
City Gods out here in the boondocks
Neighbors uncomfortable
Blastin the boombox
It’s a lot of trees out here
Damn it’s mad trees out here
City Gods out here in the boondocks
Neighbors uncomfortable like
“Turn down the boombox”
It’s a lot of trees out here
Damn it’s mad trees out here