Lyrics My City - The Kid LAROI, ONEFOUR

My City

I’m like the Jay, or the Drake of my city
Fuck what they say, they won’t say that shit to me
I’m in downtown, all of my brothers is with me
Shout out my boys from the 70
Shout out my boys from the 60, they know a semi
Shout out my boys from the 17, they really know how I was livin'
Oh, what a feeling
I walk through the city, they treat me like god
We were six deep, and if I see the cops
I heard that they got a problem with me
Told 'em come to my face, but they fakin', they frauds
Drive through the hood in Lamborghini cars
I might just give a hunnid to my dawgs (My dawgs)
Thank you for holding it down and I’m sorry if you ever felt like there was
love lost
Now they blamin' ONEFOUR for all of the drillers
They blamin' us for what happened to Sydney
They blamin' us for what happened to Melbourne
They blamin' us for what happened to Brissy
Tell me who’s with me?
'Cause I ain’t been killin' this shit’s been happenin' since back in the day
(Now listen)
Now it’s enough of us, shh, got knocked
But now everyone got something to say
Get the fuck out my face (Pussy)
I ain’t tryna lead these youngins astray
But pussio stay in your place (Place)
If you got a problem, then come out and play
I’m makin' my paper, I stayed in my lane
They thought I would change for the money and fame
Everything that I’m doin', I do it for the gang
We already told you, this shit ain’t a game
Now stop playin', everyone knows that
I’m like the Jay, or the Drake of my city
Fuck what they say, they won’t say that shit to me
I’m in downtown, all of my brothers is with me
Shout out my boys from the 70
Shout out my boys from the 60, they know a semi
Shout out my boys from the 17, they really know how I was livin'
Oh, what a feeling
I’ve got too much in my plate to be puttin' up with all the politics (Uh)
Fuck the critics, I don’t have the tolerance
And for the pussy boys suckin' and swallowin' (Pussy, uh)
They hate when I’m speakin' the truth, but I gotta acknowledge it (Facts)
Yeah that cryptic boy think, but someone please tell me, when did they all get
their confidence?
I ain’t gotta take this shit no more
First class and I’m on that plane
Put Aus on the map and they all complain (Why?)
Tellin' the truth and they still complain
Now they shootin' clips 'cause they all want fame
But out on the strip, that got no name
I don’t give a fuck, I’ma cop that blade
I was raised on the street, I’ma stay this way
'Cause the things I say, I’ma take to the grave
I’m like the Jay, or the Drake of my city
Fuck what they say, they won’t say that shit to me
I’m in downtown, all of my brothers is with me
Shout out my boys from the 70
Shout out my boys from the 60, they know a semi
Shout out my boys from the 17, they really know how I was livin'
Oh, what a feeling
I walk through the city, they treat me like god
We were six deep, and if I see the cops
I heard that they got a problem with me
Told 'em come to my face, but they fakin', they frauds
Drive through the hood in Lamborghini cars
I might just give a hunnid to my dawgs (My dawgs)
Thank you for holding it down and I’m sorry if you ever felt like there was
love lost