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Man in My City
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Cash Kidd
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(Damazin Beats) (Ayy, yo, Cash, I think we got one) He swear he the man in my city, but he ain't got sh*t I be ridin' around with them drugs, a couple chopsticks Couple kids with me, my n***a, and they adopted They don't speak to strangers, my n***a, they be on nonsense They'll come and take your candy, they like to drop sh*t We don't dance unless we made hella profit Or water whippin' over the stove and watch it lockin' You know you usin' A-1 yola, the fiends knockin' He hungry, but he scared to hit the road, pull up your stockings Big B, we got a spot on West V and that b*t*h rockin' You ain't the man in my city, you ain't made a hundred thousand In order to have the streets, you need them real n***a vouchers I'm the man in my city, I'm the man in my city Man in my city, I'm the man in my city Ayy, Sprinter van full of tools Banana clip on that Draco, b*t*h look like half of the moon Your bust' fake, them b*t*hes plastic and fu' Our sh*t super white with black on the other side like Family Feud Scrappin' with who? I'll leave his top flat like a stool Ayy, I was bored I just punched a Moncler jacket in June Man, I'll pop out with that mopstick like the janitor do And dip before 12 get there like I ain't graduate school Straps in the pool If the boys raid this mansion, we through Blood on the firearm, like I peeled the scab off a wound Shoot up your BM crib 'til she get her taxes and move Like a parent, I'm whackin' you soon for actin' a fool, I promise I'm not with the back and forth, we all action They must've pressed caps lock, they all cappin' Dodgin' raid vans with the pocket rocket, Lamar Jackson Can't wait to run into you dummies like football practice Lot of fraud action, I start hackin', card crackin' I like March Madness, I ball hard, my dawgs trappin' Just sent a hit, my n***a blitzed, this All-Madden I start taggin' sh*t everywhere like I'm yard sale-in' Hard-headed, you a b*t*h ass n***a like a crossdresser Started rappin', they was all clappin', but now they all jealous Damn, I can't even trust my main b*t*h The sh*t I seen, she probably out here on that same sh*t Lane switch, I'ma cruise in my own lane Just pulled up on your b*t*h, got my soul drained All blue hundreds, don't ask me for no change Step out of line, a ratchet poppin' like the soul train Before fame, Marc, you promised me you won't change I'm tryna prosper, they want me stuck in my old ways Yeah, they was hatin' on me when I ain't have no pape' That's why I keep that strap on my waist like I got no shape
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