City On My Back

I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side I got a 40 rack in my pocket, and Cartier's just to see through the lies I got my shorty stacking my profit, now I can forget all the nights that I cried I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side I got a 40 rack in my pocket, and Cartier's just to see through the lies I got my shorty stacking my profit, now I can forget all the nights that I cried Wipe the tears (wipe the tears) Open eyes (open eyes) Try to see the snakes that's hiding in disguise Keep it clear (keep it clear) Smoke til high (smoke til high) Try to roll a eighth up in a double wide Cause I never met a bitch that been real, ever since I've been menacing on the topic Bet she gon' love the way that she feel, cause it's an expensive list when we go shopping I get to endin' him if he talkin' Catch his ass home alone, he Mac Culkin Promise this ain't no movie clip, you get stamped and get trampled if you start to hawking All of that friendly shit need to stop it My opps like an album, I catch 'em, I'm droppin' I'll never spread the hint that we caught 'em You gon' see death within if I'm walking Tired of expressing it, I'm extending clip, no preventing it when I cock it Ain't no offensive shit, I'm defending this, y'all resent the kid till I'm popping I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side I got a 40 rack in my pocket, and Cartier's just to see through the lies I got my shorty stacking my profit, now I can forget all the nights that I cried I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side I got a 40 rack in my pocket, and Cartier's just to see through the lies I got my shorty stacking my profit, now I can forget all the nights that I cried (Yeah) All of these psychedelics yea they making the time stop And I got a nine glock, bet it's making his mind pop Stacking the cake on my plate like it's IHOP Red on his shirt, but it ain't a wine drop I'm round her neck, ya shorty just came to my tie shop Then I jump in her bed like a bike hop Why they keep playing with me, I'm making the G's That's the whole reason they sleeping Know that I'm slaying the beat, creating this heat I touch a mic and I'm tweaking Why they keep hating on me, I'm waiting to see All that's in stock for the greatest Something like bait in the sea My fate is to be, the one that they see as the bravest Sippin' Caymus in my glass, I'll get famous from the raps It was raining, that was facts, I'll be gaining tons of plaques How you shaming on my tracks, I'm just aiming for the racks Got my city on my back, with a 30 in my strap I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side I got a 40 rack in my pocket, and Cartier's just to see through the lies I got my shorty stacking my profit, now I can forget all the nights that I cried I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side I got a 40 rack in my pocket, and Cartier's just to see through the lies I got my shorty stacking my profit, now I can forget all the nights that I cried