Lyrics My City - Toosii

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