Nter - My city lyrics

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Nter - My city lyrics

Gravy baby I don't see no angels in my city, if there's a god please tell me if he's with me Cause i feel devilish when i'm walking through Sydney All these people, with they judge mental eyes A light of girls with silent cries People who fake having a lie, c*nts with tats and changed think they tough guys So if you judge, i'll judge, in a court room never bow to the judge c*nts can't f** with my mind, gravy in a matrix yeah My sh**s unplugged Even though i'm possessed by d**, heartless i don't wanna show love Cold mother f**er laughing at c*nts like an entrance at Luna park Please don't make me start, life is a game so just play your part Ripped out my heart replaced it with art Now when i step to the mic i rip it apart My life, cold and dark, punching cones with the boys at the park c*nts act hard but when coppers got them they turn into dogs that bark Snitches for you c*nts that missed it, green with a bit of spin keeps me lifted I hear it left, right and center so how come i don't feel gifted Maybe cause i gotta be a lie yeah and in this concrete, jungles stand tall And remain humble or start dramas and turn Sydney into a road rumble Trouble south west criminals, f** all you c*nts, no subliminals Unless like jet lee get em yeah im f**ing k**ing full shout out Duck c*nts All the boys from south west Sydney, hustle hard tv from day one Yep these c*nts have always been with me So i pray to progress everyday's a battle cause i'm f**ing depressed Even tho i'm running out of breathe, smoke green 24/7 cause it reliefs the stress Yes i'm going off like new years eve on the Barbour bridge Drop this drug, f** crazy c*nts were i f**ing live Yeah gotta ** my environment, i'm use to it smokin' oz's But now i'm known around the oz, who f**ing knew it Yeah tell me, who f**ing knew it Michael Hennessy Yeah,yeah,Michael, Michael, my city So this is my city so watch me stand tall I remain real, a street for thats raw See these streets i call home, they've never let me down And now i'm running sh**, gutter rap king form the underground So clap, clap back, batter pulled down with a base ball bat In a back lane, sell weed , till i stack *big nose man but the fans know the rap*, no snap In a trap, i was raised like that In a city thats f**ed with a gutter c*nt that loves pulling guns, shooting c*nts, and the boys from the Windale pulling them drive byes See ya mother f**ers cry, some dead pull it to the brain in the back of the head Now hes locked up but hes doing a beat, gutter c*nt fam hustle hard to the end, no friends, only one i can trust is the mic cause im real till i die i stay true Take a ride through my city and see i'm pretty real on the track ill talk i'm so true Windale city gotta love where you come from Raised in the street, breaking sh**, already pumped the jobs [i dont f**ing know what the f** he is saying] No love lost, no love found, i remain real im the under ground I come up, you go come down, Michael one coming through with the gutter sound from the newcastle area