Testo In My City - Kidd Kidd
Testo della canzone In My City (Kidd Kidd), tratta dall'album Street Fame
It's 2022, I can't be swinging at no nigga
While using hands for hoes, counting money, and pulling triggers
All these Katrina babies, they grew up and turned to killers
Heard they still pulling bodies from out the Mississippi River
Wildin' on percs and wickers, NBR, they call them jiggers
Shoutout to Kiddy and Jigga, my lil brothers, y'all the real ones
Ain't scared of no police, but I still fear them does that make sense
Give two fucks about them people, I'm more worried bout who snitch
Put a RICO on Mitch, he got a quarter birdy hit
I'm tryna get his QB sacked, fuck that Cinna Place
All I hang with is gangsters, I swear I need some better friends
Why the industry scared of me now they don't wanna let me in
Camouflage down like Yellow G, I'm on that Soulja shit
Gotta give it to em raw, rest in peace to Soulja Slim
In my city, we say ya heard me, but ain't nobody listening
Switches used to be for ass whippings, now they on back of Glizzies
In my city, we say Wassam, but they don't know what's up
It could mean two things, hello, or go and get your gun
Bitch, I'm out the 9 where they don't mind dying
Where they live a life of crime, cause ain't no jobs hiring
Had a talk with lil Bear, tryna stop him from wildin'
He a YNLV, Young Nigga Living Violent
Loud niggas wanna be seen, real hitters move in silence
Mouth running like water, we can see you ain't solid
All that flexin' on the Gram, we tryna see what you on
We gon' Apple Tag his car, ain't gon' follow him home
His bitch text my cargo, that means he home alone
Just another episode of When Stunting Goes Wrong
All that shit come with the game, bullets ain't got no name
Knock your soul clean out your body like Doctor Strange
Them choppers start to sing like an R and B challenge
Can't be getting all that bread without a couple beef patties
If I ever front you something, better be coming back with it
I ain't tryna hear no excuses, like see what had happened
I can't kick it with you niggas, I ain't no kung fu master
I'm bout it bout it, I ain't just no good ass rapper
You know you can't trust a nigga when he left hand dap you
I'm from the N O big letters, bitch, the murder capital
In my city, we say ya heard me, but ain't no one listening
Switches used to be for ass whippers, now they on Glizzies
In my city, we say Wassam, but they don't know what's up
It could mean two things, hello, or go and get your gun
Kidd, nigga
Rest in peace Soulja Slim
Uptown, Downtown, ya heard me
You know what's good with it, ya heard me
Shoutout to that East, ya dig
Shoutout to that West Bank, y'all heard me
Shoutout to Marrero, you know what it is, ya dig
Shoutout to Killer City, nigga, fuck you mean, yeah
My whole city
Maaaazannt
9th Ward
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Writer(s): Curtis Stewart
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