YungBoyz - My City (feat. Ytnvilla & 1k)

I been trapping wit my city wit my city on my back yeah
Once you leave from out my life you bet not think about coming back yeah
Yeah yeah
We just some youngings out that mtown
Tryna make some fucking M’s now
Don't come and try to ride the wave now man you shoulda been round
When I was down on my ass
I'm just tryna put My city put my city on the map
I been trapping wit my city wit my city on my back
Once you leave from out my life you bet not think about coming back
I was raised wit some killers and I was born next to a strap
In my city they got two definitions of being whacked
Yeah
Even though it's sunny I seen rainy days
Playing full court I hit the cross they call me Hardaway
Growing up I never had it good had it the harder way
Pops went to jail, I couldn't fail cause I seen darker days
I'm a trench baby never listened, was the bad guy
Right done left us stranded ain't no question guy but I ask why
I had days I used to be posted up around bad vibes
Meech told me keep my head on a swivel
Nigga's try to set you up you know I can't be there with you
I remember playing ball until I picked up a pistol
Niggas say they with you time coming not beneficial
And I run with top shottas
Inna hood no one back know I'm the don dada yeah
Lost some bruddas coming up & I know I can’t get em’ back
Man I do this shit for them I’m goin’ hard in every track
I was almost selling drugs I could’ve fell into that trap
And all them nigga’s said they with me should’ve known that they was cap
I was out in the cold nobody there for me to hold
They all left me alone and now they see that I can blow
They gone see that they wrong when I start selling out these shows
When I go and see bro gotta bring him a rose yeah
I swear this mic is like my weapon cause I’m killing you nigga’s
I ain’t touching you but I know that you feeling me nigga
We got the tools and we’ll really put a drill in you niggas
We just some youngings out that mtown
Tryna make some fucking M’s now
Don't come and try to ride the wave now man you shoulda been round
When I was down on my ass
I'm just tryna put My city put my city on the map
I been trapping wit my city wit my city on my back
Once you leave from out my life you bet not think about coming back
I was raised wit some killers and I was born next to a strap
In my city they got two definitions of being whacked
Yeah
Don't try to play me it won't last
For all the times you left me can't get mad cause that's the past
My brudda Co he in the system just come home let's get this bag
Bitches always say I'm young but I'd them like my last
And I got some niggas he gone empty the whole clip behind me
See me balling how I'm balling if you want me come find me
I ain't hiding out I bring that pressure that's the reason they gone find out
Swear they gone find out
Bro nem got the .40 blasting
I'm in my zone my brudda home there go Ruger flashing
Introduce him to that chrome he think he on did it with a passion
He thought he was on game until we caught him lacking
Hard body, nun can stop, I could do some damage
I been tired of saying free all of my dawgs
Tired of saying RIP to ones that I done lost
Niggas hate to see you balling so they try to get you crossed
I got murder on my min and it's killing all my thoughts
And I blame it on the drugs
Yeah
If a nigga ask for smoke he gone feel it in his lungs yeah
I know some niggas that make bands cause they got so many drums
We just some youngings out that mtown
Tryna make some fucking M’s now
Don't come and try to ride the wave now man you shoulda been round
When I was down on my ass
I'm just tryna put My city put my city on the map
I been trapping wit my city wit my city on my back
Once you leave from out my life you bet not think about coming back
I was raised wit some killers and I was born next to a strap
In my city they got two definitions of being whacked
Yeah

Written by:
Davonte Ursin, Jeremy Garcia, Nasir Williams, Ramon Castillo

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