Juney B - I'm So Minneapolis

I said I’m so Minneapolis
I swear the niggas in my hood they be like actress
Cause they all some bitches & be playin roles they never did
I was in the streets fuck a handout we was chasin bands
Niggas quick to switch them sides so trust me I ain’t shakin hands
Grew up with them now we opps so we killing friends
Niggas eating dick they always hopping on to different trends
In my city ain’t no love
Niggas quick to do you in
Snitching on yo brother you a bitch send the reaper in
Killers on the corner sellin rock tryna make it out
Bitches on the book making status just to get some clout
Kids killing kids this shit crazy ain’t no different route
Clowns putting on this show just to entertain the crowd
Niggas wanna bang without a clue what this shit about
You from over north well I got killers that stay over south
Gangs recruiting kids they couldnt ball so now they playin scout
Mothers losing sons I pray my momma see her baby sprout
10, 000 lake shit
But we in a jungle so I say 10, 000 snakes here
Red beam right on his nose gone make that boy a reindeer
Riding with my iron cause the opps want see me brain dead
Married to my glock me and Nina are some new weds
Fuck them leg shots God gone give this boy a new head
Them shorties running wild ain’t no stopping at no red light
Gone give that nigga wings like a pilot he gone take flight
Thought you was a demon now you scared to walk into the light
Too much victims getting hit on gang I know this isn’t right
Killing every beat they put me on like its somethin slight
Niggas in my cities want them bodies so they taking lives
Everybody popping pills just so we can feel alive
Drugs got us feeling good Demons got us on a ride
Guns killing everyone when really that be niggas pride
If he play with me like some chicken that bitch getting fried Knee deep in streets I keep my heater right beside me
Bitches on my dick I know that hoe she wanna ride me
But I can’t fuckin slip Sota hoes be tryna try me
Get me in the whip n watch her nigga try to blind me
Hoes be think they slick but I play bitches for a hobby
I just want the brain I guess I’m something like a zombie
She gone suck me sick n yet always make it sloppy
Im gone hold her hair n tie it up just like a Barbie
Told her this is Juney world baby this ain’t Bobby
Man I’m just like Martin you can catch me with the tommy
If he fucking tweak we send them shots right to his body
We in a fucking warzone we ain’t making peace like Gandhi
I walk in to the FeFe got my blick inside the party
We tryna wet them niggas up cause shorty think they gnarly
5 grams inside my wood bitch I’m smokin more then Marley
Dont need no fucking jigga bitch I’m turnt without a molly
These niggas ain’t makin bred that shit just be reup money
We was trapping in the car late nights until it’s sunny
Everything was going bad but we was laughing like shit funny
But I know I got my brother if he got 10 then I got 20
Niggas going on the bus I couldn’t fold for lookin bummy
Found the route to getting cash got more drip than a tsunami
Hoes tryna bring me down but they can’t do me like I’m Cosby
Gone give that boy a load like he came in with the laundry
Juney B he in his Glo they tryna take me out my glory
Won’t see me with a pack I’m moving solo wit this 40
Them bullets send him running like he end up on the Maury
These niggas talk too much thats why the police know the story
I swear I be with shooters that be scoring like Ginobli
The bitches in my city act so righteous they ain’t holy
If you right there on the block I hope you outside playing goalie
Ain’t no point in playing tuff there ain’t no prize where you going
These niggas gone forget you put you on a piece of clothing
The world is filled with dreams but everybody sitting hoping
Keep killing us withbdrugs but niggas really think it’s coping
Man get up off yo ass niggas really out here loafin
Let a nigga try me imma really fucking toast em
Toast em
My niggas we gone slide we gone poke em
Poke em
Dot his eye n let them bullets choke em
Choke em
I act broke you act rich I guess we both some liars
If that nigga catch a bid I bet he singing to the choir
In my city I’m the plug but I be coolin off the wire

Written by:
Junior Kai

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