My City

Yeah, uh

When you come to my town
See we do it big in my city
We can get this whole block shut down
When you come to my town
See a couple things that ain't pretty
I apologize if it gets wild
But we gotta represent ours
We gotta represent ours
We gotta represent ours
We gotta represent ours
When you come to my City

Welcome to my city
Palm trees, find me High as a hippie
20 for the chucks, 'nother 20 for the dickies
If you see them Boys in the Hood
Like Kenny better run like Ricky
Snapback, hat back
Quick tell 'em that we run LA Track practice
Now, you know where I'm at
You ain't gotta mapquest
Ridin' down Hollywood, lookin' for a Actress
Tell 'em that it goes
Thursday, eat in, Friday, my
House, Saturday, Crenshaw
Sunday back at my house
Rollin' in a 64, somewhere down, 64
Headed to the Jungles to the Don
See my nigga? Oh
Born and Raised, I am no pretender
Niggas know I came from
The gutter like Splinter
And I got Nina on my hip like a side chick
Anybody ask tell 'em that
It's Westside bitch!

H-o-u-s t-o-n, t-e-x-a-s
Am I trill bet they say yes
I'm that cat that they say next
HNIC I keep it G
Just like that V I'm at they neck
I'm a creature not Aretha but
I do get my respect run these tracks
Lace up my Nikes So I
Can go chase these checks
When I get mine I'mma thank my
Grind, walk in that bank
Give Chase my check
Cash my shit, due self I split it
Hop in that slab better brace yo neck
All eyes on me includin' yo bitch
If you want that ho keep yo ho checked
Paint so wet that I gotta rock trunks
We roll slabs and we don't do dunks
Shoes be four's and they don't be pumps
We smoke Kush and we don't do bump
FN cocked and we don't do pumps
One false move that'll get you slumped
City of the Syrup where we sip that lean
Put a 4 in that 20 and we on that punch

Cadillac 24's, smoke tint, stash box
Timberland, Pelle Pelle, Gucci Belt
Strap slot new York, I said it New York
Better show respect when you come to
My city take yo shoes off
I am at the toll booth, collectin' my payment
Hottest in the hood got my
Name carved on the pavement
My niggas is A-List, in the
Corner office, somethin' like royalty
Princess in my crosses
Hoes got 'em lined up, bitch take a number
These lames layin' paper on 'em
I be layin' lumber in the Rotten Apple
Ballin' like a Knickerbocker
Now you can meet the Fockers or
You can meet the choppas rat-A Tat Tat Tat
Tat, Tat, all my niggas in the 'Rack
Drop that oil in that water
Whip it up it's right back
In the Coup bulletproof, Ah
Boy hood approved
No limit money, they hollerin' Hooty-Hoo

Kells, from the city where
Outta towners get jumped no Nike Airs
Buyin' a bottle in the club and throwin' off
Another because a motherfucker plottin'
Over my chair and it's my year, this my day
Me and all the boys all Smokey like Friday
Hit the Eastside turn in the driveway, but
I got power in the West, kanye
My city taught me to speak that talk
How to crack that stove when
That heat turned off
How to rock my Chucks till my feet fall off
What to do when the lights
In the streets went off
I'll D-IE for the Orange and Brown
LeBron left, I took that crown!
Everyday on tour
But the 7-1 North tattooed let
Me know I'm Cleveland bound
I'mma Midwest boy, salute my team
EST over everything tHC up in all my green
Lit it up for the people in the middle of the
HOLD UP! Lace up bitch, Lace up bitch
Anybody hate come taste it bitch
Two white balls and a head above yo neck
That's called a facial BIATCH!

See we do it big in my city
We can get this whole block shut down

Kid Ink

My City

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