TheYear - Small Town lyrics

24 Karot 24 Karot Michael bag zipped up Bout to hit the strip up Blowing all the money that she got from her inheritance New York strips and asparagus Should I really dip my tip in gold Let me flick my bic and smoke Let's me sip and flip my soul This the chick that gets me home Bout to let my guard down Tell her pull the car round Baby I'm a star now Called out caller ID oh now you wanna call now Her high heels off still fall down Ball out Credit Card out Money ain't a prob now Got it all solved now Til' I go to jail for the credit card fraud now motherf**er (Chorus) But it's all good, we all chillin And my head's been swelling Thank God for tall cielings Been lost, but caught meaning So why you tripping for? If you think this sh** is dissin' you should listen more On one condition though Give me the city so I don't have to ask permission for I'm a first edition, though Fictional rappers act oh so typical I'm mythical, the pinnacle Despicable War criminal Unforgivable with these syllables Irresistible I'm the best, you f**ing imbeciles You're having apparitions, still? I'm a habitual offender, k** Dismember Phil And paint my name in blood upon your windowsill The hospitals hospitable Expendable Ain't finished still And the sh** that you've been spitting is like genocide When I'm finished all you've written seems undignified I'm glorified I've been inside your poor design I'm borderline crazy but I'll just let the courts decide