My City - Toosii

How I know you won’t kill me

You don’t even know the real me

Tried to speak on my pain but it’s like don’t nobody feel me

I done walked through the shadow

Tired of fighting battles

Grandadddy ain’t around cause he lost his battle with cancer

(Hook)x2

I been feeling like the man

In my city

Pray that they don’t get me blammed

In my city

I can’t claim you as my mans

You ain’t wit me

Bitches lied they wasn’t down I kept it buck fifty

Catch a body

Ima toss him

For them bricks

We might off him

Home alone

McCauley Culkin

If they talking

Ima spark it

I been trynna cop VVS’s in my jewelry

I can’t fuck with a opposition they ain’t fooling me

Dranno taught me so much that this shit not even new to me

And Niko died in the west side all he wanted was some Cuban links

And

Opps done caught em slipping

Now a part of me missing

Should’ve been toting that smith

And now they caught em him on the west end

Blind faces a cold case

Name trynna hold weight

Now and days young niggas don’t know bout they own gang

But a make you a whole stain

Tote fire like propane

They out to get me

Then it’s cool won’t go back to my old ways

(Hook)x2

I been feeling like the man

In my city

Pray that they don’t get me blammed

In my city

I can’t claim you as my mans you ain’t wit me

Bitches lied they wasn’t down I kept it buck fifty

It’s a no no

We might slide wit a pogo

I know hittas that’s bussing to kill you my nigga

And we hitting yo logo

So fuck all that so so

Jeweler gone hit me like brodie you need that

And then he gone wait for the feed back

Hit the plug make em ask for his keys back

Yea you should’ve knew that we need that uhh

17 for the piece uhh

Thousand for my feet uhh

Cream inside of the seats

Keys to all of the streets

It cost a lot to live a life that be so lavish

Don’t ever get out of line I’ll let you have it

OG yea it’s kush and you could smell it through the package

Mama raised a hustler ain’t really make me no savage

Can’t you see I grind my nigga

I can’t let you waste my time my nigga

Perfect frame we shoot through the line my nigga

Ain’t got no time for none them sideline bitches

(Outro)

Can’t you see that I grind my nigga

I can’t let you waste my time

No my time

Cause I been feeling like the man

In my city

Pray that they don’t get me blammed

In my city

I can’t claim you as my mans

You ain’t wit me

Bitches lied they wasn’t down I kept it a buck fifty