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In My City
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Jackboy
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Boy you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary My dog just got up outta jail now he in a 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 choppa Boot up on them jiggas we’on know nothing bout acting proper Can’t trust none of you rappers my lil' niggas gone wanna rob ya Can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya My lil' nigga steppin' he gone step on you in Prada Bag on yo head my lil' niggas try to make that dollar Bag on yo head gone push yo shit back like a barber The rules in the street we will bring it to ya mama Ain’t 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 gone burn ya Ain’t shooting in the air my niggas don’t warn ya Play with one of mines then I’ma come for ya See you with it and they try to destroy ya Play no games with the tool can’t let them toy ya Just 'cause that’s yo nigga don’t mean he for ya You never know he might do it to ya You never know can’t let him fool ya Fore you cross me I’m a send shots through ya I’ma do ya like I never knew ya Boy you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary My dog just got up outta jail now he in a 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 choppa Boot up on them jiggas we’on know nothing bout acting proper Can’t trust none of you rappers my lil' niggas gone wanna rob ya Can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya Can’t be messing with some of you niggas that’s from where I’m from How the fuck you niggas steppin’ and you never shot ya gun Ain’t got no vest up on ya chest don’t run up on me, dumb And if you got one bring another one for ya potna nem I’m tryna spin on one of you weird niggas 'til all your friends are dead These niggas acting like they real niggas but they working for the feds These 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 Micheal & David Lane on paperwork The ones you ain’t expecting that’s gone be the ones that crack first When the pressure come I’m a blast first Steady chasing hoes you gone lack first She a witness too might tag her Cause they catch me if they catch her Boy you gotta keep a gun 'cause this shit get hella scary My dog just got up outta jail now he in a 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 choppa Boot up on them jiggas we’on know nothing bout acting proper Can’t trust none of you rappers my lil' niggas gone wanna rob ya Can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya [Fade Out]
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