In the City
Getting Litty
With the boys making noise in the City
Coming with me or not you getting blocked
Don't come with me, don't come with me
Getting Litty
With the boys making noise in the City
Coming with me or not you getting blocked
Don't come with me, don't come with me
Lemme take you back before all this time
Rap was called hip-hop
On the clock Tic-Toc
Blowing up like the app I don't kick rocks
Ahead of my time I might
I might Slip-knot
Never had to break the law to cross the line
Making history Fine
Now we bop it in the radio from moon down to sunshine
Sprouted from a lil coin a lil dime
Freedom of speech movements grown from a vine
Needless to see I wanna grow as much as the community
I wanna speak my thoughts and have immunity
To all these fake ass hoes
Might be new to these stone cold bars
Call it lyricism must've been on mars
Cuz the heat you spit has no meaning in it
I must be the shit cuz im really with it bitch im tricky innit
Cuz I never had to break the law to cross the line
Making history fine
Re-writting these books flows like 1999
Blueboy The Rudeboy's committed a crime
Ye
Blueboy The Rudeboy
In the city
Committed a crime
Getting Litty
With the boys making noise in the City
Coming with me or not you getting blocked
Don't come with me, don't come with me
Getting Litty
With the boys making noise in the City
Coming with me or not you getting blocked
Don't come with me, don't come with me
I'm just trine get my name out
Get this payout
Wanna buy a new crib and check the layout
Spend my day inside my safe house
Not a day out
Cuz I'm catching a vibe
When I make out with Tilly
Over take out getting dizzy
I'm a rascal in the City
Smoking Ciggies
Sippin whisky heavy draughts
You coming with me or not
In the kitchen getting hot why not
She (Aaahhh)
Bend her (Aahhh)
Kitchen top hygienic not
Who gives a flying swat
Go grab that spice or rot
Ima hustle for my rice like a bot
While im drifting in my cosmos
You can meet me in the coffee shop
Being top of my game I just crossed off
Cuties buying vodka shots ye im popping off
Start looking for a job you a knock off
Really sorry for your loss tears are washed off
I just bought a whole ounce that's my cat in the Oz
Wicked witches in my heart that's my only ever flawed
Out of a job but im practically not
My whole life Ive been told man what are the odds
That this will be hot
I don't know im just tryna live my dreams through is that really odd?
With the boys making noise in the City
Coming with me or not you getting blocked
Don't come with me, don't come with me
Getting Litty
With the boys making noise in the City
Coming with me or not you getting blocked
Don't come with me, don't come with me
Lemme take you back before all this time
Rap was called hip-hop
On the clock Tic-Toc
Blowing up like the app I don't kick rocks
Ahead of my time I might
I might Slip-knot
Never had to break the law to cross the line
Making history Fine
Now we bop it in the radio from moon down to sunshine
Sprouted from a lil coin a lil dime
Freedom of speech movements grown from a vine
Needless to see I wanna grow as much as the community
I wanna speak my thoughts and have immunity
To all these fake ass hoes
Might be new to these stone cold bars
Call it lyricism must've been on mars
Cuz the heat you spit has no meaning in it
I must be the shit cuz im really with it bitch im tricky innit
Cuz I never had to break the law to cross the line
Making history fine
Re-writting these books flows like 1999
Blueboy The Rudeboy's committed a crime
Ye
Blueboy The Rudeboy
In the city
Committed a crime
Getting Litty
With the boys making noise in the City
Coming with me or not you getting blocked
Don't come with me, don't come with me
Getting Litty
With the boys making noise in the City
Coming with me or not you getting blocked
Don't come with me, don't come with me
I'm just trine get my name out
Get this payout
Wanna buy a new crib and check the layout
Spend my day inside my safe house
Not a day out
Cuz I'm catching a vibe
When I make out with Tilly
Over take out getting dizzy
I'm a rascal in the City
Smoking Ciggies
Sippin whisky heavy draughts
You coming with me or not
In the kitchen getting hot why not
She (Aaahhh)
Bend her (Aahhh)
Kitchen top hygienic not
Who gives a flying swat
Go grab that spice or rot
Ima hustle for my rice like a bot
While im drifting in my cosmos
You can meet me in the coffee shop
Being top of my game I just crossed off
Cuties buying vodka shots ye im popping off
Start looking for a job you a knock off
Really sorry for your loss tears are washed off
I just bought a whole ounce that's my cat in the Oz
Wicked witches in my heart that's my only ever flawed
Out of a job but im practically not
My whole life Ive been told man what are the odds
That this will be hot
I don't know im just tryna live my dreams through is that really odd?
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Writer(s): Matyas Monfils
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