Strange Land - Quilly, City Rominiecki

Stange land, in the midst of trouble

Uh, yeah, 50 missed calls, a 100 text messages

Treated me like peasant

Now they call me cuz I’m relevant

Ridin' to my shows, Mordecai like the President

Uh, digital ruler;

still measuring

5 star dishes, etiquette, real elegance

Still eat at the (?) to remind me when I was sellin' nicks

Came along way from standin' on the corner

Just to make sure I eat breakfast, I would stand until the mornin'

I used to grind for kicks, I ain’t asking my mom for shit

Think back, when I was 16, trappin' for pun

Before school let out, my whole package was done

Fuck that, I want my own shit

Started wit a 3.5, I want my own brick

Before my IPhone, chirppin' off the flip phone shit

P95;

chrome shit, open your top;

Dallas cowboy dome shit

These streets are strange but this is all I know

I tried to leave but ain’t no need to go

The cold, the rain, the pain is in my soul

I know, I know, it ain’t no need change

I put my heart in my raps

Wanna hit the chart wit my raps

I was a DJ in the kitchen, man I started from scratch

Matter fact, take em back.

Let it breathe

Talk to em

Matter fact, far as rap

Matter fact, far as trap

Matter fact, far as crack, I ain’t ever lookin' back

Look at me, came from nothin', labels callin'

People want me

Ain’t it funny, do it large, bitches sayin «he got money»

How I end up in that cell?

How I end up in that jail?

How she text me 21 times?

She ain’t even send no mail

How niggas' sayin that I owe them?

Ain’t pay my lawyer or bail

Some people hate just to hate, some people want you to fail

What I do?

Get it poppin', fly away;

Mary Poppins

Pulled off in a foreign, now I see em;

look who watchin'

They say «keys open doors», kick it down;

I ain’t knockin'

I’m on «go», I ain’t stoppin

Bitch I finally got it rockin'!

These streets are strange but this is all I know

I tried to leave but ain’t no need to go

The cold, the rain, the pain is in my soul

I know, I know, it ain’t no need change