Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My City, artist - Toosii. Date of issue: 15.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My City |
| How I know you won’t kill me |
| You don’t even know the real me |
| Tried to speak on my pain but it’s like don’t nobody feel me |
| I done walked through the shadow |
| Tired of fighting battles |
| Grandadddy ain’t around cause he lost his battle with cancer |
| (Hook)x2 |
| I been feeling like the man |
| In my city |
| Pray that they don’t get me blammed |
| In my city |
| I can’t claim you as my mans |
| You ain’t wit me |
| Bitches lied they wasn’t down I kept it buck fifty |
| Catch a body |
| Ima toss him |
| For them bricks |
| We might off him |
| Home alone |
| McCauley Culkin |
| If they talking |
| Ima spark it |
| I been trynna cop VVS’s in my jewelry |
| I can’t fuck with a opposition they ain’t fooling me |
| Dranno taught me so much that this shit not even new to me |
| And Niko died in the west side all he wanted was some Cuban links |
| And |
| Opps done caught em slipping |
| Now a part of me missing |
| Should’ve been toting that smith |
| And now they caught em him on the west end |
| Blind faces a cold case |
| Name trynna hold weight |
| Now and days young niggas don’t know bout they own gang |
| But a make you a whole stain |
| Tote fire like propane |
| They out to get me |
| Then it’s cool won’t go back to my old ways |
| (Hook)x2 |
| I been feeling like the man |
| In my city |
| Pray that they don’t get me blammed |
| In my city |
| I can’t claim you as my mans you ain’t wit me |
| Bitches lied they wasn’t down I kept it buck fifty |
| It’s a no no |
| We might slide wit a pogo |
| I know hittas that’s bussing to kill you my nigga |
| And we hitting yo logo |
| So fuck all that so so |
| Jeweler gone hit me like brodie you need that |
| And then he gone wait for the feed back |
| Hit the plug make em ask for his keys back |
| Yea you should’ve knew that we need that uhh |
| 17 for the piece uhh |
| Thousand for my feet uhh |
| Cream inside of the seats |
| Keys to all of the streets |
| It cost a lot to live a life that be so lavish |
| Don’t ever get out of line I’ll let you have it |
| OG yea it’s kush and you could smell it through the package |
| Mama raised a hustler ain’t really make me no savage |
| Can’t you see I grind my nigga |
| I can’t let you waste my time my nigga |
| Perfect frame we shoot through the line my nigga |
| Ain’t got no time for none them sideline bitches |
| (Outro) |
| Can’t you see that I grind my nigga |
| I can’t let you waste my time |
| No my time |
| Cause I been feeling like the man |
| In my city |
| Pray that they don’t get me blammed |
| In my city |
| I can’t claim you as my mans |
| You ain’t wit me |
| Bitches lied they wasn’t down I kept it a buck fifty |