K. Michelle - My City (The Art of Hustle) lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti] The teacher asked me what I wanted to be I stood in front of the whole cla** and I told her I wanted to be a gangsta [Hook: K. Michelle (Yo Gotti)] Every day somebody's k**ed in these streets Whether innocent or guilty (It's my city n***a) And you don't have to travel to another world Cause there's a war zone in my city (It's a war zone out here) Oh Memphis, oh Tennessee No other place will be home for me (Ever) All the people, all the struggle In a world full of fakes, my city make me a real hustler (True hustler) [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] First Three Six break up, and every day I wake up A n***a got a problem with me I got a hundred clips, a hundred guns, a hood full of k**ers And I dare something could happen to me See my city at a different state, its no honor We used to have to make it through the year now it's the summer And everybody mob somthin', everybody rob somethin' Everybody scrap and everybody shot somethin' Young n***as like ISIS k**in' like they got a license Life used to be priceless now it's worthless n***as gone on missions ain't even worth it Homie chill (chill) Lil homie chill (chill) Lil homie don't respect the big homies no more Drakos and choppers, no more handguns no more Four deep, four hundred shots, everybody under 16 I remember I was getting' bricks for the 16 The city changed n***a [Hook: K. Michelle] Every day somebody's k**ed in these streets Whether innocent or guilty And you don't have to travel to another world Cause there's a war zone in my city Oh Memphis, oh Tennessee No other place will be home for me All the people, all the struggle In a world full of fakes my city make me a real hustler [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] You know it's rules and regulations when you king of the city And n***as comin' for the throne, some n***as don't make it home Ain't talkin' that rap sh**, I'm speaking about real beef Where big homies can get wet and n***as can't get sleep Put a 10 on a n***a, f** that put a 50 Make his friend do the n***a, this Memphis, Ten, n***a Home of the poverty, home of the robberies I be goin' through some real sh** like n***a don't you bother me It's goin' down in the DM Nah n***a it's goin' down when I see him Biggest record of my career, I'm becomin' a star And I'm shootin' an AR out the car Just look at your favorite rapper Just be patient, he gon' f** up, he a Memphis n***a Maybe I will, maybe I won't, thuggin' in a n***a Money don't change that, fame can't change that I've done sh** to n***as in the streets I can't take back So every second of my life I got a gun and I hate that But this Memphis, if you get caught without you gon' regret that So f** it [Hook: K. Michelle] Every day somebody's k**ed in these streets Whether innocent or guilty And you don't have to travel to a foreign land Cause there's a war zone in my city Oh Memphis, oh Tennessee No other place will be home for me All the people, all the struggle In a world full of fakes my city make me a real hustler