In Yo City

(Yea) This is a true story... Fax Used to wake up, pop a perc every morning to numb the pain that I was feeling Slept on floors, Aventador ain't got no ceiling I wanted more, these niggas told me I couldn't get it Broke you bored, you just a whore for attention We up the score on all the ops, you know they envy I want that foreign off the lot, this shit a Bentley (Yea) You catch me touring nigga, know I got it with me This bitch hold at least a whole hunnid fifty Trying to get rich cant die trying, I ain't going out like 50 That ain't a diss that's just a bar, if you know then you gone feel it Back to back in foreign cars, remember days we used to peel them Pop that boy just like a bar, no Xanax these ain't prescription I been on a mission Rolls Royce stars, remember wishing Still free my dawgs out them prisons Kept it real ain't even squeal, ain't write no sentence I know its hard, I swear to god that I still miss him 7.62 yea they ripping through your tissue Got in blood yea this shit just like a menstrual 5.56 slugs yea they look just like some missiles Strap on me now I might pop him like when... Used to wake up, pop a perc every morning to numb the pain that I was feeling Slept on floors, Aventador ain't got no ceiling I wanted more, these niggas told me I couldn't get it Broke you bored, you just a whore for attention We up the score on all the ops, you know they envy I want that foreign off the lot, this shit a Bentley (Yea) You catch me touring nigga, know I got it with me This bitch hold at least a whole hunnid fifty Know I got that blicky Told them pop out if you with me (Yea) Pop out if you with me We gone vibe out in yo city Ride out in yo city This big glock hold a fifty (Yea) Know I got that blicky Told them pop out if you with me Pop out if you with me We gone vibe out in yo city Ride out in yo city Know I got that blicky This big glock hold a fifty