My City
I was in Austin that shit was tight
I like Austin that's my favorite white people city
Like, if someone asked you where's my favorite white people city
I'd be like, "Austin," then I'd leave the room
Nigga bless the process
Speaking like a leaden leaky faucet
Fuck around and drown your whole squad in kindness
Boy imma different kinda niceness
Smiling in your face you second place I'm steady grinding
Like teeth up in a nightmare
Better get yo mouth piece I'm flowing like a pisces
Boy I spit it spicy
Horizons be exactly where I'm thriving
Rising like the temperature of planet
I ain't planned it but fucked around and made the whole land shift
I'm like a lantern, this little light of mine it might bless you
I write a line so tight you leave breathless
I get the crowd so hype you might
Bite my rhymes cause they oh so ripe
Like peach mangos
Damn, how he get his words fresh picked no garden
SoundCloud cliques in food deserts starvin'
I ain't startin' beef with you niggas, I'm starvin'
I don't know what you be on, but I'mma keep it moving in my city
I don't know what you be on, but I'mma keep it moving in my city
Praise be unbent knee
Praise be the new found king, that's me
Crown steady bent but it still fits
When I get up
After every hit
Knowing imma win
That's just how it is
For the fresh prince of blossom and juice
Soon I'm out growing Austin and must uproot
But for now imma getting my pounds up and sip this brew
I'm astounding you with my styling, I'm living proof
That my sounds are so different something you couldn't do
Yo, my vision is conducive with my crew
Steady bickering is why you could never do what I do
Cast illusions on you losers so you can't copy my moves
Steady grooving to my music yo biddy wanting my juice
I say squeeze
Fresher than fuck I swear I'm swaggin like I'm Febreeze
Cookin these verses like LaGasse, you Micky D's
Blacker than fuck, I swear I'm shitting on dawson's creek
I say please
I don't know what you be on, but Imma keep it moving in my city
I don't know what you be on, but Imma keep it moving in my city
I don't know what you be on, but Imma keep it moving in my city
I don't know what you be on, but Imma keep it moving in my city
I like Austin that's my favorite white people city
Like, if someone asked you where's my favorite white people city
I'd be like, "Austin," then I'd leave the room
Nigga bless the process
Speaking like a leaden leaky faucet
Fuck around and drown your whole squad in kindness
Boy imma different kinda niceness
Smiling in your face you second place I'm steady grinding
Like teeth up in a nightmare
Better get yo mouth piece I'm flowing like a pisces
Boy I spit it spicy
Horizons be exactly where I'm thriving
Rising like the temperature of planet
I ain't planned it but fucked around and made the whole land shift
I'm like a lantern, this little light of mine it might bless you
I write a line so tight you leave breathless
I get the crowd so hype you might
Bite my rhymes cause they oh so ripe
Like peach mangos
Damn, how he get his words fresh picked no garden
SoundCloud cliques in food deserts starvin'
I ain't startin' beef with you niggas, I'm starvin'
I don't know what you be on, but I'mma keep it moving in my city
I don't know what you be on, but I'mma keep it moving in my city
Praise be unbent knee
Praise be the new found king, that's me
Crown steady bent but it still fits
When I get up
After every hit
Knowing imma win
That's just how it is
For the fresh prince of blossom and juice
Soon I'm out growing Austin and must uproot
But for now imma getting my pounds up and sip this brew
I'm astounding you with my styling, I'm living proof
That my sounds are so different something you couldn't do
Yo, my vision is conducive with my crew
Steady bickering is why you could never do what I do
Cast illusions on you losers so you can't copy my moves
Steady grooving to my music yo biddy wanting my juice
I say squeeze
Fresher than fuck I swear I'm swaggin like I'm Febreeze
Cookin these verses like LaGasse, you Micky D's
Blacker than fuck, I swear I'm shitting on dawson's creek
I say please
I don't know what you be on, but Imma keep it moving in my city
I don't know what you be on, but Imma keep it moving in my city
I don't know what you be on, but Imma keep it moving in my city
I don't know what you be on, but Imma keep it moving in my city
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Strouse
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