Correction Lyrics City On My Back by Lil Tjay

Featuring(s) : Jay Critch

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Grrt, boom, boom (Yo, Ril, this shit crazy)
Ayy, yo, niggas might not understand why I do what I do right now, man
Hopefully it'll hit niggas a little later, different
(Benz on the track)
Nothin' like y'all niggas, at all
I'm hungry, I want my bread
The fuck out of my face, nigga
King of New York (Grrt, boom)

I got the city on my back (I got the city on my back)
We put the city on the map (Nigga, we put the city on the map)
I got the city on my back (I got the city on my back)
We put the city on the map (We put the city on the map)
I put that city on my back (Grr, grr)
I put the city on my back (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I put the city on my back (Grr, grr)
We put the city on the map (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
We put the city on the map, yeah

I put them trenches on the map
I was outside before the rap
Nigga try me, he gettin' whacked
Niggas ain't ride, know they cat
We catch a body, then look for another one
Nah, we not with that tit-for-tat
They on my dick like give it back
Opp in the spliff, I'm getting smacked
And I need me a fact
'Cause I don't remember last time nigga sat down, took a nap
We goin' back to your block and spin it back
Let out forty-four shots and hit his back
Boy, I know I can't lack
I got a shooter right here and you know he be totin' a MAC
Cop me a Bentley, your ho in the back
Try and we goin', you know it's a fact
My life, my life so crazy now
I ain't know what happened times we would make it out
My life, my life, so crazy now
Boy, you stupid if you think you gon' take me out, yeah

Move through my city with the straps
Them niggas spun, we hit 'em back (Boom, boom, boom)
I'm in your city for the racks (Hey)
When they be talking, it's never facts (Never facts)
Where I'm from, we was taught to go get a bag (Get a bag)
We ain't done with the trap, we having packs (Jugg, jugg)
And they doing bad, so I know they mad
Amiris sag 'cause they full of cash (Hey)
Fuck all the opps, they mad we made it (Fuck all the opps)
Doctor having patients
We gon' run in they spot, do renovations
Shooters spin every block like sanitation (Spin every block like sanitation)
R.I.P. Pop Smoke, gotta smoke and get elevated (R.I.P. Pop Smoke)
Speak on the gang, we elevate 'em (Boom, boom)
She give me brain, she educated (Educated)
I'm switching lanes and getting faded (Skrrt, skrrt)
Brodie got range, but he gon' aim it
Fuck what you claim, my niggas dangerous (Thirty, thirty)
We let it spray like it's a fragrance (Hey)
Bullets gon' rain and make him famous (Graow, baow)
We ain't the same, don't speak my language
They know the name, we the hood favorites (Hood Fave)
Put the city on the map, made the hood famous

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