QreativeQU - My City
I put on for my city
I put on for my city
I put on for my city
In this bitch real pretty
10 shots in so I'm only half litty
Head on a swivel, right hand on the glizzy
Left hand on the Bible, I got some angels with me
My city, they don't play around
Like bedtime, they gon' lay it down
Don't make a move, don't make a sound
Servin like they dressed in brown
Disconcertin, might see clowns
Be careful ridin 'round the town
By jurisdiction we not bound
"Jawn" could be any noun
We not cussin when we say "We in this bitch"
"We in this bitch"
Not baseball talk when I say I need a hit
Or don't get hit, or what's the hit
My hitters in this bitch, on a covenant
Trigger fingers itch, be scared if they start rubbin it
It's on in my city
Be careful, don't move wrong in my city
I put on for my city
My term long in my city
7-17 in my bloodstream, plasma
The way I run it up, wouldn't know that I have asthma
One foot in front of the other, move it faster
Chunk the deuces, disappear, on my Casper
When I close my eyes, still see the bodies in them caskets
Different color flower heads spilling out the baskets
Doesn't matter what you do, thats inelastic
So make sure you get your money, watch out for them taxes
Not interested ? Axe it
I been invested, fact check
Old Fashioned in my glass is
An ode to drinkin classic
If you got one I'll match it
On Front Street with the masses
At Kipona avoidin traffic
Off the pontoon, tinted glasses
It's on in my city
Restaurant Row get gone in my city
I put on for my city
I'm good on every side in my city
H-A double R I-S Burg, rep
I confirm possession when I take that third step
You gon' find out today if you ain't heard yet
Still teachin lessons for those that ain't learn yeti
Darkville, Hilltop
Til the day my heart will stop
Cribs reinforced like a pillbox
Full metal jacket to kill cops
We don't care
Different signs in the air
The only time it's fair is when it comes twice a year, yeah
Written by:
Quion Gunning
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