Fivio Foreign feat. Kanye West, Alicia Keys - "City of Gods"

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Renowned music sensations Fivio Foreign, Kanye West, and Alicia Keys have graced us with a mesmerizing collaboration that is set to rock the charts and captivate hearts worldwide. Their latest masterpiece, “City of Gods,” is a sonic journey that pushes the boundaries of creativity and musical innovation.

This electrifying track showcases the unique blend of Fivio Foreign’s gritty rap prowess, Kanye West’s iconic production skills, and Alicia Keys’ soulful vocal magic. “City of Gods” is a sonic tapestry that effortlessly weaves together hip-hop and R&B, creating a musical experience that is nothing short of extraordinary.

Listeners are invited to immerse themselves in the captivating melodies and thought-provoking lyrics of “City of Gods.” This track is more than just music; it’s a testament to the power of collaboration and the boundless potential of artists at the top of their game.

Don’t miss out on this musical gem; click play and let the enchanting sounds of “City of Gods” transport you to a musical paradise. Share the magic with your friends and spread the word about this sensational release.

Lyrics

New York City, please go easy on me tonightNew York City, please go easy (what?) on this heart of mine (yeah, look, huh)

Nigga, this my shitWelcome to the city of Gods (what?)Pop was the king of New YorkNow I’m the nigga in chargeOnly the drillers, the city is oursWe found out the opps and we pick ’em apartI give ’em my time so I give ’em my heartIf the city love me, then I’m really a star (what?)

New York City, please go easy on me tonightNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of anotherNew York City, please go easy on me

Yeah, look, this is the city of money and violenceEverything we do is gon’ come with a challengeEvery bitch you fuck is gon’ come with a balance (what?)Every shooter with me is coming in silence (what?)And you niggas better pick a side (better pick a side)You niggas side hoppin’ (you niggas side hoppin’)If I want ’em to not let you come into the city, it’s my option (baow)

This is the home of the fly shoppin’ (yeah)This where the bitches gon’ watch pockets (yeah)When I’m on TV, I gotta look good‘Cause I know the whole block watchin’If you chill with the opps, we is not vibin’If I see ’em in person, we Fox 5 ’emYeah, the police is on us, we not stoppin’(Yeah, the police is on us, we not stoppin’, nah)

This is the town of the big drip (big drip), smooth talk (smooth talk, ha)Milly Rock (Milly Rock), Shmoney Dance (Shmoney Dance), Woo Walk (Woo)You will not survive being too soft (no)Been a long time, we took a new loss (no)Shooters shootin’ ’til we got a new corpse (baow)If we stop then we lettin’ it cool off (baow, boom)

New York City, please go easy on me tonightNew York City, please go easy on this heart of mine‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of anotherNew York City, please go easy on me

We went off the grid (what?)We ain’t watch the throne, we took itWe went viral on ’em, they lookin’It’s a Sunday Service in Brooklyn (what?)It’s the city that come with the lightsI’m with the drillers that come with the nightThey ain’t do four years in collegeBut they’ll do 25 to life

We make money every night (what?)Never too big of a price (what?)After I buy the Chicago Bulls (what?)I’ma go link with Mike (what?)And if I let ’em have my wife, niggas should thank meWith this Balenciaga and Balenci’ boots and a new blue Yankee

This is Ye, I’m so focused, throw on a mask, no COVIDI’ma turn your life to a meme, let Justin LaBoy post itYou got an album? Postpone itI drop two and they both goingI got a feeling they in they feelingsThey filmin’ a show, but won’t show it

You gotta watch me in slow motion, I’m in that wide-body BenzI go back to college, do an album, and then drop out againTook me a minute to get here, my vision is crystal clearAyy, Fivi’, excuse me, but this the feature of the year

I feel like Sinatra in these streetsMe and Drizzy, we at peaceThis the backpack with the Polo and the first Jesus pieceI’m from the Chi’ but I’m always New YorkIn the city, they treat me like Jesus is walkin’I been through the pain and all of the tormentI’m sayin’ His name, I make that important (what?)

Now it’s time to give ’em hellAsk my staff, I pay ’em wellThis afternoon, a hundred goons pullin’ up to SNL (what?)When I pull up, it’s dead on arrivalThey act like they love you, they don’t even like youThey throw a party, won’t even invite youI seen the same thing happen to Michael

You black and you rich, they saying you psycho (what?)It’s like a cycleIf you text me anything hypeYou better text back and say it’s a typoThe city of Gods, no city is like youThis the new New York, Ye is the GOATFivi’ is viral and this is the B.I.B.L.E (what?)

New York City, please go easy on me tonight (what the fuck? The fuck?)(What the fuck?) New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine‘Cause I’m losing my lover to the arms of anotherNew York City, please go easy on me

Don’t leave me, go easy, go easy, go easyDon’t leave me, go easy, go easy, go easyDon’t leave me, go easy, go easy, go easyNew York City, please go easy on me

Fivio Foreign feat. Kanye West, Alicia Keys – “City of Gods”

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