In My City

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I got plenty problems for them plenty problems
I got plenty choppers
Dissect you like doctors
My blunts longer than
Propellers on a chopper
Shoutout to my momma
Because she raised a monster
I come from a city where they say wassam
Ain't no how you doing
Ain't no greeting proper
In my city like hot grease
We get it poppin
Like a fly
Every day a body dropping
In my section
We keep smith and wessons with 30 extensions
Like a hair dresser
Since you think you clever, ima bust ya melon
I apply pressure
Like a air compressor
Her head great as ever like nelson mandela
She say she the catch
But no I'm not gont catch her
Like a doctor visit
Had to get my check up
Like stool softener
I'm go shit forever
I got niggas that's dead and gone
And never coming home
They locked in that cellar
When hoes go to trippin like
Muhammad, ali that bitch cus ian
Got time for the stressing
In school as a adolescent
Went to sleep on lessons
I mix ice and fanta
With my codeine beverage
I come first in line and not
The one that's second
You the one third
Behind the second one resting
Who is you to think that never is forever
Im juss getting started
Like a pregame stretch up
Like she said sum dumb
I made her give that neck up
Hit a lick with sticks masked up like donatello
If I tell a lie
She gont hate me forever
If I tell the truth
She gont hate me forever
Same outcome from both decisions
It don't matter
Honestly, don't even know which one to tell her
F*ck a teller
Count my own bread I'm the teller
My goons come thru like jay z and
Rock a fella
Rollie president my wrist and
Rock the bezel
I crunch beats with these bars
Call it nestle
Like swizz beats
I'm on to the next one
Im on to the next one
Like swizz beats
I'm on to the next one
GetMoneyPatt
I'm on to the next one
I got plenty problems for them plenty problems
I got plenty choppers
Dissect you like doctors
My blunts longer than
Propellers on a chopper
Shoutout to my momma
Because she raised a monster
I come from a city where they say wassam
Ain't no how you doing ain't no greeting proper
In my city like hot grease we get it poppin

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