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Got my city on my back just like some shoulder pads, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Got my city on my back just like some shoulder pads
Ridin' 'round with thirty-thousand in my duffel bag
Moving metal to the safe, I had to wear a mask
Dirty money, tryna wash it up back at the trap
Codeine habits got them askin' what do my lean cost
Ever since I jumped right off the porch, I know I've seen it all
n***a, I can't lean on nobody, so I've been leanin' off
Had to get my dirty check and I had to clean it off

I bought a new Benz, put my name on the map, yeah
I can't trust a n***a (Uh), gotta to keep me a strap
Had to get it all gone, I tryna get a hundred racks
I can't evеn call home, I'm tryna get it back to back
Had to cut thesе n***as off, tryna get in my bag, okay?
Gotta check my stats, okay?
Gotta always get it, okay?
I was tryna go get the safe, then I lost my n***a, okay?
And now they askin' me how I feel on the inside
Wanna pour up a pint, get in the Benz and ride
Got these codeine tears, n***a, they still in my eyes
He ain't even a valid n***a, he keep switchin' sides
I just move undetected like a thief in the night

Loyalty is everything, n***a, I see wrong
I worth way too much to shoot, that's what my team's for (That's what my team's for)
VVS' blue, watch them turn green, uh (Watch them turn green, uh)
She be textin' you while she f**k me, uh (While she f**k me, uh)
And you know I still be in the streets, uh
Feeling like a demon, follow me, uh
Off an addy, I don't wanna sleep, uh
I told n***as secrets, they can't keep up
Got my city on my back, n***a, I mean that (n***a, I mean that)
Talkin' behind my back, that'll get your bean clapped (That'll get your bean clapped, yeah)
.45, it got kickback, n***a, make you lean back (That'll make you lean back, yeah)
I ain't makin' no diss track, n***a, I mean that (n***a, I mean that)

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