City On Lock (feat. Lil Durk)

I'm from Libby City (across the bridge)
Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me
Bitch, my mama was in the streets (yeah), no co-d (no)
I ain't no rat, I'on know a thing, my homie
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) still had to eat off that scamming thing

I know some niggas toting .40's like they ID's
I know some bitches getting purses off her ID's
I got my city on lock and the master key
Pussy so good, make him say "Uh", this that Master P

Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete
I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah)
Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete
I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah)
Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, I'm from Opa-Locka, home of the choppers
City Girls, Summer, JT, that's my partner (city)
I'm a day bitch, Brown Subs to the Scotts (period)
Lil' pretty bitch, but them killers from the lots will slide for me (du, du, du)
I got some bitches and some niggas that'll bust for me (boo, boo, boo)
So don't fuck with me
Y'all bum niggas, caught me lacking, hit the wagon up
Now the hood looking for 'em 'bout to body bag 'em up (my niggas)

Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete
I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah)
Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete
I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah)
Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Man, I came up from the bottom, that's why I'm talking cash shit
Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked
Let a nigga see his kids, you going out like a sad bitch
You look better than your kids, and you got your ass did
I don't be telling them niggas I love they ass no more 'cause I don't force it (no)
I just put the label check inside the streets, so go and avoid it
Ever since I call myself the voice, I'm starting to hear some voices
And they told you ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice

Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete
I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah)
Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I tilt my hats to real niggas who been real with it
I know you love the streets to death, just don't be killed in it
I brought the Crush, not for no drank, I put my pills in it
Can't nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal with it
Gun sling