VI Seconds - My City lyrics

[Intro] I'm a product of my- I'm a product of my city I'm a product of my- I'm a product of my city Red New York Clean Look, look [Verse 1] From a city were police are supposed to protect you, but alas they hara** and f**ing arrest you Were anyone will test you I'm saying this in context anybody will catch you for a conquest Content with this content along with being fly as sh** Uh, I'm a product of this environment Where everything is a contest You schooling and lacking in swag, sorry to say but you macking in back of the cla** Where n***as will ask you for the time, not really to know But to catch that jook's a** soon as you take out your phone Dumb n***as with daddy problems and raps, who learned to click boom before they learned math Uh, what can I say, it's a war zone and a learning tool, the root to my life and why I'm not a f**ing fool Birthplace of raw, the place where I've grown, through cuts and bruises, the place I call...home [Chorus] I'm a product of my (home) I'm a product of my (zone) I'm a product of my (crib) I'm a product of my city (x2) Where the sun don't shine sometimes It's so gritty Yet so so pretty So so gritty Yet so so pretty So so gritty So so I'm a product of my- [Verse 2] Brooklyn, New York, the home of B-I-G, I see guys be like they fly as me, they lie East Side hip-hop relies on me, cause it realized it's crawling and fallen behind That's what the Coast is, all the raws getting noticed, for blowing like groping explosives, hence why we're boasting Airways toasted, sipping to the success, so every single day my city's gon' be toasting Know this, open your phone and put this on notice Cause I'm a bitter breed from Brooklyn and I hold my coast b**h Sick motives, on track like locomotives, so if you get hit at one of my stops that sh**'s a bonus Skin thicker than a totem pole is, unlike y'all cause you mad your girl's s**ing on my cahonas Like oh sh**, they're ain't a n***a that can stop my motions I'm just tryna be Frank, I ain't talking Ocean [Chorus] I'm a product of my (home) I'm a product of my (zone) I'm a product of my (crib) I'm a product of my city (x2) Where the sun don't shine sometimes It's so gritty Yet so so pretty So so gritty Yet so so pretty So so gritty So so I'm a product of my- [Verse 3] N-Y-C, I bes that n***a Presidential faces are my only favorite figures Out to get my wallet as fat as an opera singer, with the illest delivery you spitters on pickup See, I want to go from the hometown zero, and flip my f**ing title to the hometown hero Uh, sharing the wealth like I'm handing out De Niro All the while turning your spot to ground zero Uh, knicking your faces and catching y'all in the net Dragging you to the BX and watching y'all n***as sweat I rep a spot where you're respected for not backing down That's the reason n***as give me a dap when I'm back in town See I'm a Brooklyn n***a, I may take some getting used to Cause my mentality is something you ain't used to You can rep your hood, but it really can't f** with me I'm from New York, I walk everywhere comfortably [Chorus] I'm a product of my (home) I'm a product of my (zone) I'm a product of my (crib) I'm a product of my city (x2) Where the sun don't shine sometimes It's so gritty Yet so so pretty So so gritty Yet so so pretty So so gritty So so I'm a product of my-