My City

Politics you ya trappin rich
You the realest, niggas feel it, just make sure of who you fuckin wit
Keep hollowtips cause you be selling bricks
You kno you dabble hop from team to team wit no sattle how they ridin dick
Common sense, keep it crisp, bet dat shit on a million souls
Loving and that crashing switch to madness you tell em no
Caring turned to crabs ina barrel they peep A nigga growth
Loving come from bullets barrels she'll neva cross my soul
Set in stone the print is fine
Can sign that bitch if I was blind
Conversation wit myself I told nigga keep dat iron
Shit I go thru daily stg I need a 5th of gin
Problems for the pain but somehow I got the devils grin
A soul you could neva slaine
Upping me when I was low
Purer that some cocaine
Straight up off Gonzalo dope
Reminiscing days I sold the bags for cash and
Keep it ten toed
Watch the way the you movin keep it tatic nigga keep a pole

Money be the motivation
Say it's the root to all evil well plenty money kno it came from satan
He gave me keys all to a new Mercedes
He told me drive it like Richard petty, Andretti
Told me whip daily
Can't be waiting
I cant debate/games on the line
Type of nigga I'm keepin the ball in my hand and we up by 9
Settle down deuce runnin shit
Usan wit shit insane we go
Drip be like it's cool whip on ice yea bitch I'm hella dope
Excuse me I be hella rude speak on shit can't take it back
And movin wrong will make you food
It's mandatory keep a strap
Uhh, they gun em up then they take drag
No face no case it's winter rona virus they don't wear a mask
Steal ya pack and serve it low
Reup sack be elbows
Lead my pack wit slow progression reppin what I stand for
Nowadays you gotta keep a strap just like its Velcro
Catch me lacking ain't got my bitch then it's hell froze



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Writer(s): Richo Bridges
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