Carol City

Lyrics

You know where I'm from, huh?
 I'll shoot you in the head if you say Miami Gardens nigga
 Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
 Boobie gave me game, we used to sell dope and rob
 I left a stain off in Carol City
 My last name should be Carol City
 Used to sell dope just to feed the fam
 Matchbox jumping with the kilograms
 I feel your pain if you from Carol City
 My last name should be Carol City
 Black Dollar, I wanna buy a house on every block
 Build one bigger than Dolphin Stadium, young nigga watch
 Captain Crabs AK shells, living your aftermath
 Ain't no love, get your money or get a body bag
 Hammers and vogues, 30s and lows
 River City, Lake Lucerne ride clean for the deadliest hoes
 Gotta represent, nigga so meet me at the mint
 And if you living how I'm living, stay behind the tint
 Marble floors, mink rugs and got the gold faucets
 Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage
 U.S. Marshals on the way and they cut open the gates
 Know we going to trial by the look on my face
 Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
 Boobie gave me game, we used to sell dope and rob
 I left a stain off in Carol City
 My last name should be Carol City
 Used to sell dope just to feed the fam
 Matchbox jumping with the kilograms
 I feel your pain if you from Carol City
 My last name should be Carol City
 Fake niggas found face down in abandoned buildings
 Pinchin' pennies, fed cases get you a lengthy sentence
 Niggas snitching, bitches switching is what I seen the most
 3-0-5 but Carol City got the cleanest coke
 Matchbox Projects, I gave my point of view
 Bomb man, two lieutenant I was appointed to
 60 thousand in nickel rocks outside the Silver Fox
 Duval County to Virginia, my pockets 'bout to pop
 Move 'em hoe, mind your business, therefore nobody told
 And when they did, they come and get you, send you up the road
 We met his kids fishing on the bridge
 Ten years later, bumped into him, he threw me a brick
 Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
 Boobie gave me game, we used to sell dope and rob
 I left a stain off in Carol City
 My last name should be Carol City
 Used to sell dope just to feed the fam
 Matchbox jumping with the kilograms
 I feel your pain if you from Carol City
 My last name should be Carol City
 Walking home from school, always was quick to jump a nigga
 Third day of school, they knew I was a thumper, nigga
 My lil hitta doing 4, he caught a gun charge
 Rolling boonk in Backwoods, they out of Bunche Park
 Position yourself, it's timing that's coming to the hit
 Caught him slippin' at Sherman's, he tryin' to get a fit
 It's either or, baby boy, you can meet the Lord
 I pray we meet again, maybe we be on one accord
 Walking through the flea market, bouncing like I hit a lick
 Go and open a record label just to go legit
 At the car wash on 27th was a pastime
 Pay for 60 keys all at once just like the last time
 Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
 Boobie gave me game, we used to sell dope and rob
 I left a stain off in Carol City
 My last name should be Carol City
 Used to sell dope just to feed the fam
 Matchbox jumping with the kilograms
 I feel your pain if you from Carol City
 My last name should be Carol City

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Song Details

Duration
04:13
Key
2
Tempo
146 BPM

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