Jackboy – In My City Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics In My City – Jackboy

If Drew didn’t film it
Then it ain’t filmed right..

Boy you gotta keep a gun
‘Cause this s**t get hella scary
My dog just got up outta jail
Now he in a cemetery
This real rap no cap
This ain’t my imaginary
Every n**ga in my city f**kin’ legendary

Every n**ga in my city tote a choppa
Boot up on them jiggas
We’on know nothing ’bout acting proper
Can’t trust none of you rappers
My lil n**gas gone wanna rob ya
Can’t get on my block
Ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya

My lil n**ga steppin he gone step on you in Prada
Bag on yo head my lil n**gas try to make that dollar
Bag on yo head gone push yo s**t back like a barber
The rules in the street we will bring it to ya mama
No rules when it’s beef we bombing s**t up like Osama

I ain’t worried about you
I got more shooters than Obama
I ain’t worried about you
B**ch you run up you a goner
Ain’t playin no games my n**gas gone burn ya
Ain’t shooting in the air my n**gas don’t warn ya
Play with one of mines then I’ma come for ya
See you with it and they try to destroy ya
Play no games with the tool can’t let them toy ya
Just cause that’s yo n**ga don’t mean he for ya
You never know he might do it to ya
You never know can’t let him fool ya
Fore you cross me I’m a send shots through ya
I’ma do ya like I never knew ya

Boy you gotta keep a gun
‘Cause this s**t get hella scary
My dog just got up outta jail
Now he in a cemetery
This real rap no cap
This ain’t my imaginary
Every n**ga in my city f**kin’ legendary

Every n**ga in my city tote a choppa
Boot up on them jiggas
We’on know nothing ’bout acting proper
Can’t trust none of you rappers
My lil n**gas gone wanna rob ya
Can’t get on my block
Ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya

Can’t be messing with some of you n**gas
That’s from where I’m from
How the f**k you n**gas steppin’
And you never shot ya gun
Ain’t got no vest up on ya chest
Don’t run up on me
And if you got one
Bring another one for ya potna nem

I’m tryna spin on one of you weird
N**gas till all your friends are dead
These n**gas acting like they real n**gas
But they working for the feds
These n**gas snitching just like 6ix9ine
Giνing info out like Akademiks
How the f**k a street n**ga the main witness
How the f**k a street n**ga doing police business

I done seen a street n**ga do police work
Micheal & David Lane on paperwork
The ones you ain’t expecting
That’s gone be the ones that crack first
When the pressure come I’m a blast first
Steady chasing h*es you gone lack first
She a witness too might tag her
Cause they catch me if they catch her

Boy you gotta keep a gun
‘Cause this s**t get hella scary
My dog just got up outta jail
Now he in a cemetery
This real rap no cap
This ain’t my imaginary
Every n**ga in my city f**kin’ legendary

Every n**ga in my city tote a choppa
Boot up on them jiggas
We’on know nothing ’bout acting proper
Can’t trust none of you rappers
My lil n**gas gone wanna rob ya
Can’t get on my block
Ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya…

➤ Written by Jackboy
Produced by James Maddocks & Felipe S
Jackboy | 2020

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