Correction Lyrics My City by J.I.

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Every night, there's a murder in my city
Every time I think about it, that sh*t hit me
Streets no games, so I choose to keep it with me
Streets no games, guess I gotta keep it with me
Every night it's a murder in my city
Every time, think about it, that sh*t hit me
That be why a n***a gotta keep a glizzy
That be why a n***a gotta keep a glizzy

Nineteen, I seen some crazy sh*t, sanity, I'm chasing it
Going through so much that every blunt I see, I'm facing it
I was really patient with success, I had to wait for it
Now everybody's startin' to feel entitled, swear I hate this sh*t
To the top, I'm taking it, remember taking station flicks
Oh, hell no, I can't go back to that jail, but still, I hate to slip
All this just the basic sh*t, don't know who might relate to this
I don't open up, but I pour out while I'm makin' sh*t
n***a think he takin' sh*t, he must just want his face to lift
If it weren't for rapping, I'd be f**kin' with that nasal sniff
Rap money good, know they'll kill me for a taste of it
I ain't stressin', Cookies out the pound, rollin' eighths of it

Every night, there's a murder in my city
Every time I think about it, that sh*t hit me
Streets no games, so I choose to keep it with me
Streets no games, guess I gotta keep it with me
Every night it's a murder in my city
Every time, think about it, that sh*t hit me
That be why a n***a gotta keep a glizzy
That be why a n***a gotta keep a glizzy

We done lost a couple n***as from that sandbox
I gotta watch the way I move 'cause that sand hot
I used to look up to them n***as in the streets
'Til them same n***as got down on both knees and took a plea
I'm gon' probably f**k around and make this song cry
I refuse to let these b*t*hes see my soft side
Before you suck me off, you gotta let my balls dry
This casket big enough, so f**k it, y'all can all die
I know they hate me, it's crazy, I ain't do sh*t to n***as
Every day I walk around your hood ready to spit on n***as
I can't let these n***as take me out my element
We ain't go to school 'cause in the streets, we gain intelligence
You know I ain't scared to step to these n***as
I just hate it when you treat me like the rest of these n***as
As for the rest of these n***as, go get a vest for these n***as
We servin' head cracks, you don't want no bets with me, n***a

Every night, there's a murder in my city
Every time I think about it, that sh*t hit me
Streets no games, so I choose to keep it with me
Streets no games, guess I gotta keep it with me
Every night it's a murder in my city
Every time, think about it, that sh*t hit me
That be why a n***a gotta keep a glizzy
That be why a n***a gotta keep a glizzy

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