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letra de in my city - jackboy

[chorus – jackboy]
boy you gotta keep a gun cause this sh-t get h-lla 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-gga in my city f-ckin’ legendary
every n-gga 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-ggas gone wanna rob ya
can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya

[verse 1 – jackboy]
my lil n-gga steppin he gone step on you in prada
bag on yo head my lil n-ggas try to make that dollar
bag on yo head gone push yo sh-t back like a barber
the rules in the street we will bring it to ya mama
ain’t no rules when it’s beef we bombing sh-t up like osama
i ain’t worried about you i got more shooters than obama
i ain’t worried about you b-tch you run up you a goner
ain’t playin no games my n-ggas gone burn ya
ain’t shooting in the air my n-ggas 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-gga 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
[chorus – jackboy]
boy you gotta keep a gun cause this sh-t get h-lla 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-gga in my city f-ckin’ legendary
every n-gga 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-ggas gone wanna rob ya
can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya

[verse 2 – jackboy]
can’t be messing with some of you n-ggas that’s from where i’m from
how the f-ck you n-ggas 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-ggas till all your friends are dead
these n-ggas acting like they real n-ggas but they working for the feds
these n-ggas snitching just like 6ix9ine giving info out like akademiks
how the f-ck a street n-gga the main witness
how the f-ck a street n-gga doing police business
i done seen a street n-gga 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 hoes you gone lack first
she a witness too might tag her
cause they catch me if they catch her
[chorus – jackboy]
boy you gotta keep a gun cause this sh-t get h-lla 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-gga in my city f-ckin legendary
every n-gga 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-ggas gone wanna rob ya
can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya

[fade out]

- jackboy

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