City Boy

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OBEY The Kidd

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Ugh, Shhh
She called me a city boy
How you know it
How you see it
What you know it from
Huh, what you know it from? haha
I call taking Ls a lesson i hope you enjoyed it
Because my pockets getting deeper flooding off the motion
You tryna swim, i wore the wave ain't talking corduroy
Plus i'm on my own and in my bag, call me a city boy ugh
Ugh, still on unemployment
Ima stay a hunnit i can't put a fifty on it
Making money end of the day won't heal the pain n suffering
So i keep a pint of purple shit my doc appointment
Straight up out the valley i'm northbound hope you excited
Gotta see the gold gate bridges ain't here to see apartments
Burning by the OZ i'm wit the team up in the mountains
Match it wit ya bitch she asked me like if a donkey farted
Ayo run that shit back
I aint done yet
yeah bring that shit back
And you ain't got it better
Cause ima beat up the bag like if i never let up
Just like her texting me but ima leave her ass on read
Kinda like these bullets that staining darker than any ketchup
And yeah i see you pumping iron but i'm pumping lead
And if he think he a cowboy i must be johnny depp
Cause wit these bullets i carry make you the headless horseman
And i'm still ignoring you bitches cause i ain't got no friends
Nah
But i got brothers bitch
And we don't need blood relations because we really cripping
And i don't need no one talking that's why i'm stayin hidden
But ima do what i want to because i'm really him
And then i always got a racket when i'm leaving home
Told you no love in this city you gotta up the score
Fade away like Kobe the way this choppa gone hit his soul
Ain't no bitches love me cause i'm really just a city boy
Hahah, I know you Bitches hate me
Cant get rid of me though
And she be talking
I know she wants me gone
But i can't go away
So either hate me or you love me it won't change a thang
And i could never pay a bitch cause they all stay the same
And ima say i couldn't trust her, truth is i can't be saved
And they all thinkin i can't make it wit my soul intact
But ima introduce the kidd while smoking sour patch
And anyone that try to take me, catch a drum attached
Its like you can't try to dunk on me poser
You look like Jah Morant
Remember junior season was trimming i tried to farm the racks
Still im never slacking im sprinting up til get the bag
Grew up in the valley i'm poisoned just tryna catch a chance
It's been way to hot in the winter like where's the summer at
Cause i could take the pressure even coming from a deadly lazer
I can't say the same for her, she wailing ain't no Brendan Frasier
Hair look like a homeless man but i could ball without a taper
I could kick the substance like messi my wok a shot creator lol

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