In My City

Lyrics

[Intro] (Lan, this beat so crazy) (Felipe S) (James about that check, boy) [Chorus] Boy, you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary My dog just got up out of jail, now he in the cemetery This real rap, no cap, this ain't my imaginary Every nigga in my city fuckin' legendary Every nigga in my city tote a chopper Booted up on them jiggas, we don't know nothing 'bout acting proper Can't trust none of you rappers, my lil' niggas gon' wanna rob you Can't eat on my block, ain't cutting the check, then we gon' starve you [Verse 1] My lil' nigga steppin', he gon' step on you in Prada Bag on your head, my lil' niggas tryna make that dollar Bag on your head, gon' push your shit back like a barber No rules in the street, we will bring it to your mama No rules when it's beef, we bombing shit up like Osama I ain't worried about you, I got more shooters than Obama I ain't worried about you, bitch, you run up, you a goner Ain't playin' no games, my niggas gon' burn you Ain't shooting the air, my niggas don't warn you Play with one of mines, then I'ma come for you They see you with it and they try to destroy you Play no games with the tool, can't let 'em toy you Just 'cause that's your nigga, don't mean he for you You never know, he might do it to you You never know, can't let him fool you Before you cross, I'ma send shots through you I'ma do you like I never knew you [Chorus] Boy, you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary My dog just got up out of jail, now he in the cemetery This real rap, no cap, this ain't my imaginary Every nigga in my city fuckin' legendary Every nigga in my city tote a chopper Booted up on them jiggas, we don't know nothing 'bout acting proper Can't trust none of you rappers, my lil' niggas gon' wanna rob you Can't eat on my block, ain't cutting the check, then we gon' starve you [Verse 2] Can't be messing with some of you niggas, that's from where I'm from How the fuck you niggas steppin'? You never shot your gun You ain't got no vest up on your chest, don't run up on me dumb And if you got one, gon' need another one for your partner and them I'm trying to spin on all you weird niggas 'til all your friends are dead These niggas acting like they real niggas, but they working for the feds You niggas snitching just like 6ix9ine, giving info out like Akademiks How the fuck a street nigga the main witness? How the fuck a street nigga doing police business? I done seen a street nigga do police work Michael and David Lane on paperwork The ones you ain't expecting, that's gon' be the ones that crack first When the pressure come, I'ma blast first Steady chasing hoes, you gon' lack first She a witness too, might tag her 'Cause they catch me if they catch her [Chorus] Boy, you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary My dog just got up out of jail, now he in the cemetery This real rap, no cap, this ain't my imaginary Every nigga in my city fuckin' legendary Every nigga in my city tote a chopper Booted up on them jiggas, we don't know nothing 'bout acting proper Can't trust none of you rappers, my lil' niggas gon' wanna rob you Can't eat on my block, ain't cutting the check, then we gon' starve you