Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My City, artist - The Kid LAROI. Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |