Lyrics My City - CANON

My City

Yeah
Uh, yo
I’ma take 'em to my city man
Yeah, okay
I’ma take 'em to my city man
I got that Chi-town
I got that Mainwood
I got that, I, I
I hear they say that you don’t wanna come from my city
They say ain’t nothing popping but the guns in my city
They wonder what good can really come from my city
Chi-town, west side, south side can you hear me?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Hey where you at?
Hey where you at?
Hey where you at?
Hey where you at?
Hey where you aaaaaaaaaaa-
Yeah yeah, what’s up, okay
Throw it up 'cause I’m coming from the windy city representing nothing but the
west side
Where them brothas tryna get a buck on the corner
K town, L town, where them brothas stayin' down, listen up
This is where some of the best died
African American with dreams
But they all got popped by them Gs by the Cadillacs runnin' from the bullet of
an M16
Gotta show a little love for the brothas on my Cermack, the brothas on Ogden
The brothas on Lawndale, the brothas on Karlov
The brothas on Pulaski, them brothas on harlem
Eating at McArthurs
And If you want to get a couple chicken wings better hit up uncle Remus boy
Got the season with lemon pepper covered with mild sauce
Leaking 'cause it gotta a brother feeding uh
I remember like way back, 14 fitted with the wave cap
Air force ones with the blue jeans creased to T with the white T layed back
Now Cadillac was our Maybach
Either that or you can walk where the trains at
The bus coming every 15 on the corner but some in the past got held back
I remember that man with the ice cream rolling down the block with the cart
I remember that corn in a cup and the fruit man selling in the middle of the
day in the park
I remember them hot days with that fire hazard, water all up in the street
Listen to the tracks coming down in them Cadillacs, everybody singing them
songs in the heat
I hear they say that you don’t wanna come from my city
They say ain’t nothing popping but the guns in my city
They wonder what good can really come from my city
Chi-town, west side, south side can you hear me?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Hey where you at?
Where you at?
Whoa, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Canon, didn’t you move to ATL, shawty?
Huh?
(ATL)
Okay
Yeah, let me kick for the brothers up in ATL
For everybody all up in the crib
When we get it up, gotta chop it up, 1134 sells
This the spot, cooking in the kitchen men and women tryna dig it in,
fellow we family
Got a lot of brothas that be kickin it with the crew
But still I know a couple men around me can’t stand me
But it’s all good, I just wanna do a little something for the homies who done
cover my back
I’m talking bout the homies that a hold me down, I say that before
This deep on the rap now matter of fact
This is for the brothas who been riding from beginning throw it up like woah
Way back living in the windy city
Back up at the house where I started out back in '04
Now if you don’t know, now you gon' know
I’m just getting started with the coming to the real
Steady checking everybody for they own tracks but the album out,
it’s cool so chill
Brotha just chill
I done made it all this way by the grace of the Father
When I’m giving everything I gotta give up everything
Y’all already know that I gotta pay homage though
I hear they say that you don’t wanna come from my city
They say ain’t nothin' pop but the guns in my city
They wonder what good can really come from my city
Chi-town, west side, south side can you hear me?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Hey where you at?
Where you at?