My City (Explicit) Lyrics
My City (Explicit) - The Kid LAROI/Onefour
Composed by：Jerome Misa/Spencer Magalogo/Charlton Howard
Look s**t
I'm like the Jay or the Drake of my city
F**k what they say they won't say that s**t to me
I'm in downtown all my brothers is with me
Shout out my boys from the 70
Shout out my boys from the 60
They know what's in me
Shout out my boys from the 17
They really know how I was livin'
Oh what a feeling
I walk through the city they treat me like God
We were six deep in that five seated car
I heard that they got a problem with me
Told 'em come to my face but they fakin' they fraud
Drive through the hood in Lamborghini cars
I might just give a hunnid to my dawgs my dawgs
Thank you for holding it down and I'm sorry
If you ever felt like there was love
Now they blamin' onefour for all of the drillings true
They blamin' us for what happens in Sydney why
They blamin' us for what happens in Melbourne okay
They blamin' us for what happens in Brissy true
Tell me who's with me
'Cause I ain't kidding
This shit's been happenin'
Since back in the day now listen
No one said nothing when shh got knocked
But now everybody's got something to say
Get the f**k out my face p***y
I ain't tryna lead these youngins astray
But pussio stay in your place stay
If you got a problem then come out and play
I'm makin' my paper I stayed in my lane
They thought I would change for the money and fame
Everything that I'm doin' I do it for the gang
We already told you this s**t ain't a game
Now stop playin' everyone knows that
I'm like the Jay or the Drake of my city
F**k what they say they won't say that s**t to me
I'm in downtown all my brothers is with me
Shout out my boys from the 70
Shout out my boys from the 60 they know what's in me
Shout out my boys from the 17
They really know how I was livin'
Oh what a feeling
On my plate to be puttin' up with all the politics
For the critics I don't have the tolerance
And for the p***y boys suckin' and swallowin' p***y
Yeah they hate when I'm speakin' the truth
But I gotta acknowledge it facts
Yeah they quick to point fingers
But someone please tell me
Where did they all get their confidence
I ain't gotta take this s**t no more
First class and I'm on that plane ooh
Put Aus' on the map and they all complain why
Tellin' the truth and they still complain ah
Now they shootin' clips 'cause they all want fame
But out on the strip that got no name
I don't give a f**k I'ma cop that blame
I was raised on the street I'ma stay this way
'Cause the things I say I'ma take to the grave
Now listen
I'm like the Jay or the Drake of my city
F**k what they say they won't say that s**t to me
I'm in downtown all my brothers is with me
Shout out my boys from the 70
Shout out my boys from the 60 they know what's in me
Shout out my boys from the 17
They really know how I was livin'
Oh what a feeling
I walk through the city they treat me like God
We were six deep in that five seated car
I heard that they got a problem with me
Told 'em come my face but they fakin' they fraud
Drive through the hood in Lamborghini cars
I might just give a hunnid to my dawgs
Thank you for holding it down and I'm sorry
If you ever felt like there was love lost