My City Lyrics

My City - Toosii

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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

I been feeling like the man in my city

Pray that they don't get me blamed

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

I been feeling like the man in my city

Pray that they don't get me blamed

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

I been feeling like the man in my city

Pray that they don't get me blamed

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

I been feeling like the man in my city

Pray that they don't get me blamed

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 with 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 feedback

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

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