Best in The City ft. DAVE! Lyrics

BARMAN!!

(Welcome to Zombieeland)

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তোরা বল আস্তে

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কিনি We don't borrow

তোরা বল আস্তে

Nike আমার পেয়ে

বশি ফিতে বাঁধতে

You want smoke, you are rookie

প্রথম টানে কাশতে

আস্তে তোরা বল আস্তে

Yeah!

The realest rhymer

Back in action, ain't whoring for views

Don't care for the drama

I practice ignoring the news

Hunger within my soul

It's backed me to battle my blues

In fact, if you're very confused

Relax, it's my story's prelude

An introduction,

Not the kind you see in interviews

Gave a lot of those

Every time that I'd be switching schools

Still the same little kid

Striving to settle my dues

Painting a picture so you can

Practically fit in my shoes

What I don't do is reminiscing on fiction

Growing up I've always felt like

I've been missing affection

Always feeling the pressure

To keep evading evictions

Fucking breeding depression

It got me leading a mission

To just keep being efficient

It's 'cause I've seen the decent times

As well as the shitty ones

That kept me imprisoned (Fuck)

Plenty of ghosts in my past

But I live in the present

And I never let none of 'em

Beat me into submission (I never do)

But listen, it got me searching an outlet

To help me get back on track

When I'm starting to doubt shit

My life don't seem half as bad

When I'm rapping about it

My self belief is everything

I'm nothing without it

So I'm

NC17 (Who?)

I'm venting on this beat (What?)

Mean since I was six (Why?)

Convinced that I'm the shit (Facts)

It's really common sense

I'm better than I've ever been (Facts)

And there's no in between

When I spit, it's either lit or lit

পার খুঁজতে ছোটে

সে ওঠে গঙ্গায়

তার ভুল সব চোখের

বেশ দ্রুত পাল্টায়

Time to step it up

Time to step it up

BARMAN!!

আশ পাশে দেখি

তিন দিকে চোখ

আমি নিস্তার পেলে

সবার পাল্টাবে বোধ

শোধ

করেদেবো ছিল আমি

বাকি যত ক্ষোভ

আর last scene হওয়ার আগে করব reload (Reload)

পরে পরে থেকে আমি এখন ক্লান্ত

Real G, সবার ভাঙ্গি ভুল ভ্রান্ত

First track এ hate, এখন সব শান্ত

আর চেষ্টা করলেও তো পাবি না তো frontrow

মেরেদে মেরেদে ওরা চার হলে felony

মেনেনে মেণেনে y'all rap out of jealousy

ছেরেদে ছেরেদে তোরা scene it's a fellacy

দেখতে থাক what we mean about legacy

আমি ধান্দা খুলে

শুই Louis এর ফুলে

সব চিন্তা ভুলে

সেই টাকাই মুলে

আর বাধ্য হলে

করি game fix

Cause whenever we shoot

We don't shoot to miss

Neel get it

Just when I switch the façade

My bars get you foggy like mystical art

Been through it all,

Even though I'm goin' through withdrawal

I rap ground-breaking, my pen's through the floor (Get it?)

And I can never get enough of the flex raps (When you)

Step up to NC, you're 'bout to get dispatched

(When you)

Come up against me, a bit of a mismatch

I don't give no fuckin' openings, this ain't no chess match

Braggadocious, rap ferocious

Rack fellatios, act atrocious (Huh?)

Inappropriate, don't give two shits

Only preaching, what the truth is (Facts)

And ignorin' all the general noise

The only voices I listen to

Are my ZL boys

Seperating us from the rest

Like a decimal point

Bout to smoke motherfuckers

Ln this syllable joint

(I'm a) spitting epitome of a literary villainy

(My) spitting ability gets me wittily killin' beats

(A) criminal felony is the general synonym

(When I) strap on an Uzi and obliterate enemies

Best in the city bitch

With this venomous flow and it's

Kinda draining to do it when

Ain't nobody else doing this

When I'm shootin' I never miss

Turn you into a pessimist

Leave a hater anonymous

No debate, it's unanimous