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my city - kiddo marv lyrics

[intro]
in my city
finessin’ and sellin’ kilos
my city, yeah
from puerto rico

[verse 1]
we finessin’ and sellin’ kilos
hit the beach up and sn-tch a girl from puerto rico
paranoid, back and forth, look out the peephole
i hear them knockin’, pray the lord it ain’t them peoples
never change on your dogs, link up with your people
and don’t be f-ckin’ all them broads, they transfer evil
they label me a thug ’cause i got drugs, i don’t talk proper
i’m sorry mama, i don’t wanna be a doctor
n-ggas come around, pat they pockets for a knife
that ain’t your dog, he gon’ stab you in the back, no thinkin’ twice
but don’t complain, you go through pain, n-gga that’s life
went to sleep, nothin’ to eat, i remember that night
left my losses in the past, and i came back right
couple n-ggas went left, i had to make that right
used to serve lean, i still remember that sprite
sold a fifty for the zip, i still remember that price
i’m so sick of love songs like me you
ain’t no love in my city, it’s cold, subzero
make a stack and live a stack, save money, be a hero
never try the girl you love for a deepthroat

[chorus]
finessin’ and sellin’ kilos
hit the beach up and sn-tch a girl from puerto rico
in my city, my city, yeah
in my city, my city, yeah
[?] with your people
and don’t be f-ckin’ all them broads, they transfer evil
in my city, my city, yeah
in my city, my city, yeah

[verse 2]
they don’t wanna see you winnin’
when i keep it real with n-ggas, they think i be in my feelings
everybody ’round me workin’, stay from ’round me if you chillin’
got a couple n-ggas ’round me, i never needed an army
plus i’m prayed up, straight up, no one can harm me
you can’t even walk a block in my shoes
lost a couple n-ggas to the glock back in high school
ain’t tryna die, run up on me, let the chopper fly
i refuse to let my little sister see my mama cry
i ain’t want to live like this
but where i’m from sh-t get real, sh-t gon’ get like this
do you play ball or you rap? you a vibe or you adapt
don’t understand the people ’round you the energy you attract
and the good fights way better than bad fights
when it comes to prayin’, ain’t no such thing as a bad time
you don’t drink or smoke then n-ggas gon’ think you boring
n-ggas only fifteen years old, drivin’ in foreigns
cuz do somethin’, young n-gga chasin’ gwapo
can’t trust these b-tches, them b-tches [?]
i’m a boss, i can put you on a plato
better take off before the [?]

- kiddo marv lyrics

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