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