OShea Woodhouse - MY CITY

I feel like I'm really the
Nah
I'm the city's best kept secret
For real
I been humble way too long
It's time to turn it it up
And I just had a baby baby
Now it's time to run it up
You rappers should be scared of me
Especially when I'm cooking up
And most yall niggas sound the same
The game need me to freshen up
The NBA was in the bubble
Anger start to bubble up
I had to make it happen
No more waiting for the humble up
Let me tell you bout the trap
Where they be dressing up
And I ain't kissing asses
Played the game and then I doubled up
O don't F the money up
F it they don't pay enough
I told em prices coming up
They asking for the undercut
Talking bout connections
Y'all gon f f the money up
F F the money up
F F the money up
Been connected too long
It's time for me to power up
Tatted on my body nigga
I doubled down and then I double up
Applying pressure now the gig is up
These niggas jiggy for a week
And then the gig is up
And don't talk about streams
Unless it's income
I want some
Then some
And then then some
Kung fu the beat like dim son
Huh
Damn son
Basketball reference and one
And I do my own promo
So I don't need your permission for the photo
Everything I'm on I own bro
So y'all ain't in the same league as me
I ain't I ain't tryna talk about it no more
I just put on for my city
I just put on for my city
I just put on for my city
I just put on for my city
Best kept secret in the city
Now it's time to get the money right
Money right
I been patient way too long
Now it's time to get the money right
Money right
I been hungry way too long
Now it's time to get to eating
No more skipping meals
And no more skipping meetings
With my maker
I don't need your love if it's faker
I don't need your love if it's faker
I been skipping meals too long
Now it's time to get to eating
No more skipping meetings
With my maker
I don't need your love if it's faker
I don't need your love if it's faker
I don't need your love if it's faker
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up hold up
I been patient way too long
It's time to turn it up
And I just quit a 9 to 5
And now it's time to run it up
Woooo
Gotta let that breath for a lil bit
And I ain't asking for a co sign
Ima sign me
I don't need a raise
I create my own salary
Raise my own legacy
Now I'm in the bakery
You can keep the deal
I ain't really wit the fakery
I was praying for a spot then I got that
And I worked my ass off just to cop that
Bought the machines
No more shopping in the mall
And I'm in the H
This this is how we ball
Only five seven but the money make me tall
Quit the NBA but now I really ball

Written by:
OShea Woodhouse

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