In My City lyrics

[Intro]
(Lan, this beat so crazy)
(Felipe S)
(James about that check, boy)

[Chorus]
Boy, you gotta keep a gun 'cause this sh*t get hella scary
My dog just got up out of jail, now he in the cemetery
This real rap, no cap, this ain't my imaginary
Every n*gga in my city f*ckin' legendary
Every n*gga in my city tote a chopper
Booted up on them jiggas, we don't know nothing 'bout acting proper
Can't trust none of you rappers, my lil' n*ggas gon' wanna rob you
Can't eat on my block, ain't cutting the check, then we gon' starve you

[Verse 1]
My lil' n*gga steppin', he gon' step on you in Prada
Bag on your head, my lil' n*ggas tryna make that dollar
Bag on your head, gon' push your sh*t back like a barber
No rules in the street, we will bring it to your mama
No rules when it's beef, we bombing sh*t up like Osama
I ain't worried about you, I got more shooters than Obama
I ain't worried about you, b*tch, you run up, you a goner
Ain't playin' no games, my n*ggas gon' burn you
Ain't shooting the air, my n*ggas don't warn you
Play with one of mines, then I'ma come for you
They see you with it and they try to destroy you
Play no games with the tool, can't let 'em toy you
Just 'cause that's your n*gga, don't mean he for you
You never know, he might do it to you
You never know, can't let him fool you
Before you cross, I'ma send shots through you
I'ma do you like I never knew you
[Chorus]
Boy, you gotta keep a gun 'cause this sh*t get hella scary
My dog just got up out of jail, now he in the cemetery
This real rap, no cap, this ain't my imaginary
Every n*gga in my city f*ckin' legendary
Every n*gga in my city tote a chopper
Booted up on them jiggas, we don't know nothing 'bout acting proper
Can't trust none of you rappers, my lil' n*ggas gon' wanna rob you
Can't eat on my block, ain't cutting the check, then we gon' starve you

[Verse 2]
Can't be messing with some of you n*ggas, that's from where I'm from
How the f*ck you n*ggas steppin'? You never shot your gun
You ain't got no vest up on your chest, don't run up on me dumb
And if you got one, gon' need another one for your partner and them
I'm trying to spin on all you weird n*ggas 'til all your friends are dead
These n*ggas acting like they real n*ggas, but they working for the feds
You n*ggas snitching just like 6ix9ine, giving info out like Akademiks
How the f*ck a street n*gga the main witness?
How the f*ck a street n*gga doing police business?
I done seen a street n*gga do police work
Michael and David Lane on paperwork
The ones you ain't expecting, that's gon' be the ones that crack first
When the pressure come, I'ma blast first
Steady chasing hoes, you gon' lack first
She a witness too, might tag her
'Cause they catch me if they catch her
[Chorus]
Boy, you gotta keep a gun 'cause this sh*t get hella scary
My dog just got up out of jail, now he in the cemetery
This real rap, no cap, this ain't my imaginary
Every n*gga in my city f*ckin' legendary
Every n*gga in my city tote a chopper
Booted up on them jiggas, we don't know nothing 'bout acting proper
Can't trust none of you rappers, my lil' n*ggas gon' wanna rob you
Can't eat on my block, ain't cutting the check, then we gon' starve you