City Never Loved Us

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Emilio Rojas - Rap, New York Rap

City Never Loved Us

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[Intro: Emilio Rojas] Look [Verse 1: Emilio Rojas] I'm from a city where the industry done vanished You ride or Eastside or you can pull up on Two Casa and hear women speaking Spanish There's dirty politicians, even mans with some scandals And the murder rate is high, that's why there's faces with some candles Every other block, there's memorials of so much so much shot But we desensitize 'fore they gentrify the same fuckin' spots They buildin' condominiums on murder scenes Probably pourin' the cement and charge rent before the blood get clean They spendin' money on cops and mass incarceration 'Cause we got budgets for punishment but not education Just heroin and prescriptions and medication But Big Farmer and the homies are trapped, got different destinations One is in the Federal Reserve, the other's in the feds One already rich, the other did some shit to get ahead This life is different with a different address But nothing's stoppin' us from gettin' them checks, nah [Chorus: Emilio Rojas] This city never loved us We was out there grindin', tryna get up out the gutter We was only interested in shinin' with our brothers (Shinin', shinin' with our brothers), yeah The city never loved us (The city never loved us) I know the city never loved us We was out there grindin', tryna get up out the gutters We the products of the double shifts and single mothers (Double shifts and single mothers), yeah We know the city never loved us (We know the city never loved us), yeah [Verse 2: Emilio Rojas] We used to be hoopin' and actin' stupid, up at kive's hell While I was grindin' on them curves of them drug addicts that buy pills That shit was like a wasteland, they'll get you for your space jams And tuck this trap back in they jeans, the Supreme waistbands Mommy's on the track half-naked, but she gon' up and freeze She know you trickin' a winner, you still need summer's eve 'Cause bein' a fiend is expensive, so ain't no love for free Plus, she need the funds to buy bundles like she was coppin' weed (For real) I got some G's that hustle for them Pateks But they couldn't read the watch, they only fuck with 'em for status The type of motherfuckers left my cousin with a habit He was functional up until he wasn't and he started scammin' (Damn) With public servants for the money did the private sector And rappers say that they truth, but they failed a lie detector (Hahahaha) If you ain't grind, then I cannot respect it (Nah) You wanna thrive? It take a lot of effort, yeah [Chorus: Emilio Rojas & Katori Walker] This city never loved us We was out there grindin', tryna get up out the gutter We was only interested in shinin' with our brothers, yeah (Shinin', shinin' with our brothers), yeah The city never loved us (The city never loved us) I know the city never loved us We was out there grindin', tryna get up out the gutters We the products of the double shifts and single mothers (Double shifts and single mothers), yeah We know the city never loved us (We know the city never loved us), look [Verse 3: Katori Walker] I heard these streets was paid for promises, they all lies I heard that karma is a bitch and plus, her walls dry I watched them homies jump off that porch and lose they lesion, watch 'em all die And livin' up in the city will leave you mortified and mortalized Unorganized, and all this goofy shit is gettin' normalized And I deprive from the realest shit, look who you dealin' with Niggas who rob they own day ones done hit the dealership Hittin' houses in rich neighborhoods, that's called a business trip Huh, yeah, the city never loved us The coldhearted will leave your flesh cold and under covers The coroner know us all too well, know them walls too well We know these scars too well, we know them bars too well Makin' progress? Yeah, it's hard to tell See, my mama still stuck on bottles, them homies is pushin' throttles And bitches is stealin' thotto, the enemies still a rival The money is still an idol, we selfish, we need a Bible

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  • Emilio Rojas
  • Ice “The Producer”
  • Nick Tha EngineEar
  • Suss On The Beat