In My City

Ouooooo

I got zito wimmie
I got Yawnny wimmie
Leafy in the cut

Yeahhhhhh

Bitch I'm clean like a detox
Shorty bad you know I'm trynna make that pussy beat box

We went from playing ball
And now we playing wit them g-locks

I remember climbing trees
And now we aiming fa they tree tops

In my city
They don't even show no love no more

Ian giving hand outs
Ian giving hugs no more

I can't even hide this pain
It feels like ion even need these drugs no more

I been thru so much
What you know about the struggle

My heart been missing pieces
Tell me can you solve the puzzle

I ain't trynna prove a point
I just do it cuz I want to

Yeah I'm good wit my words
But i ain't talking ruzzle

And yeah I gotta bag
But I'm tyrnna make a duffle

I'm trynna make a duffle
Yeah I gotta bag but I'm trynna make a duffle

I swear

In my city
In my city

They don't even show no love no more

I used to smoke niggahs up
Go get ya own gas now

And back in high school
I really was a class clown

Now niggahs know wassup
I'm getting to a bag now

And if you think I left
Bitch you know I'm back now
I-swear

Niggahs switching up
But ain't a thing gone change

You know I stayed the same
Till the mother fuckin grain

You know I love that top
Baby girl gimmie that Brian

And niggahs acting crazy
But ain't really insane

And niggahs really flexing
Wit these lil bitty chains

If niggahs was my kids I'll really be ashamed
You niggahs be treating life
Like this shits a game

You Niggahs got no drip
And y'all all dress the same

I never ran track but I be staying in my lane
And you know I get fly like a mother fuckin plane

And you know we gone slide
Even in that rain
Soooo

You better watch what saying

Pussy better watch what you saying
I never been a hoe

There ain't no fear inside my veins
You niggahs really losers
Like all you niggahs lames
No Ian fukkin wit you lames

In my city
In my city

They don't even show no love no more



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Writer(s): Cornelius Brown Jr
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