My City - CANON

Yeah

Uh, yo

I’ma take 'em to my city man

Yeah, okay

I’ma take 'em to my city man

I got that Chi-town

I got that Mainwood

I got that, I, I

I hear they say that you don’t wanna come from my city

They say ain’t nothing popping but the guns in my city

They wonder what good can really come from my city

Chi-town, west side, south side can you hear me?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Hey where you at?

Hey where you at?

Hey where you at?

Hey where you at?

Hey where you aaaaaaaaaaa-

Yeah yeah, what’s up, okay

Throw it up 'cause I’m coming from the windy city representing nothing but the

west side

Where them brothas tryna get a buck on the corner

K town, L town, where them brothas stayin' down, listen up

This is where some of the best died

African American with dreams

But they all got popped by them Gs by the Cadillacs runnin' from the bullet of

an M16

Gotta show a little love for the brothas on my Cermack, the brothas on Ogden

The brothas on Lawndale, the brothas on Karlov

The brothas on Pulaski, them brothas on harlem

Eating at McArthurs

And If you want to get a couple chicken wings better hit up uncle Remus boy

Got the season with lemon pepper covered with mild sauce

Leaking 'cause it gotta a brother feeding uh

I remember like way back, 14 fitted with the wave cap

Air force ones with the blue jeans creased to T with the white T layed back

Now Cadillac was our Maybach

Either that or you can walk where the trains at

The bus coming every 15 on the corner but some in the past got held back

I remember that man with the ice cream rolling down the block with the cart

I remember that corn in a cup and the fruit man selling in the middle of the

day in the park

I remember them hot days with that fire hazard, water all up in the street

Listen to the tracks coming down in them Cadillacs, everybody singing them

songs in the heat

I hear they say that you don’t wanna come from my city

They say ain’t nothing popping but the guns in my city

They wonder what good can really come from my city

Chi-town, west side, south side can you hear me?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Hey where you at?

Where you at?

Whoa, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Canon, didn’t you move to ATL, shawty?

Huh?

(ATL)

Okay

Yeah, let me kick for the brothers up in ATL

For everybody all up in the crib

When we get it up, gotta chop it up, 1134 sells

This the spot, cooking in the kitchen men and women tryna dig it in,

fellow we family

Got a lot of brothas that be kickin it with the crew

But still I know a couple men around me can’t stand me

But it’s all good, I just wanna do a little something for the homies who done

cover my back

I’m talking bout the homies that a hold me down, I say that before

This deep on the rap now matter of fact

This is for the brothas who been riding from beginning throw it up like woah

Way back living in the windy city

Back up at the house where I started out back in '04

Now if you don’t know, now you gon' know

I’m just getting started with the coming to the real

Steady checking everybody for they own tracks but the album out,

it’s cool so chill

Brotha just chill

I done made it all this way by the grace of the Father

When I’m giving everything I gotta give up everything

Y’all already know that I gotta pay homage though

I hear they say that you don’t wanna come from my city

They say ain’t nothin' pop but the guns in my city

They wonder what good can really come from my city

Chi-town, west side, south side can you hear me?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Where you at?

Hey where you at?

Where you at?