Young Stoner Life - My City (Remix) lyrics

Intro: YTB Trench] (It’s LM on the beat) Uh, yeah [Chorus: YTB Trench] Opps out with vengeance, they swearin’ they don’t know who did it Growin’ up, they told us flexin’, but all we know is extensions My Glock sit like an erection, that b*tch poke when he experience Foenem told me to stay down ’til I’m up, thank God I listened Now they proud, but from a distance, they showin’ love from a distance In my city, bein’ broke is fake, if you up, they gon’ listen In my city, can’t talk to the jakes, another disappearance They done took lil’ Jake, gave him a grave, done told that boy to listen Now they out searchin’ for bodies, got doctors doin’ autopsies It ain’t my place to make a statement, but I’m not just anybody It ain’t my place to re-embrace sh*t, but my heart cold, no tsunami I really know ni**as who know ni**as who take souls from bodies [Verse 1: YTB Trench] We made it known, they knew what’s up with us To the point where we ain’t speak and everybody fu*k with us Pullin’ up three or four deep, that heat, we gotta tuck us one Sendin’ shots ’til my Glock shrink I threw it, tryna duck and run and re-up on another one Stop, had to wait and think, remember pops said not to do Opps, they duck or get hit, we leave hollows inside of you Glock, had to tote the stick, I grew up unreliable They never told me how to move Don’t wanna hear, “I’m proud of you” Mama said ain’t healthy I been on my own too long, there’s nothing you can tell me If I don’t know anything, I know that’s still gon’ help me They tellin’ me different things, so I gotta be stealthy Put my pain in my lyrics ’cause I know ni**as feel me I can’t love a bimbo, ’cause these hoes out here be filthy Mama, I’ma make it, this for you, I hope you hearin’ me And fu*k cross-relations, shout out to my fu*kin’ family, yeah [Chorus: YTB Trench & Young Thug] Opps out with vengeance, they swearin’ they don’t know who did it Growin’ up, they told us flexin’, but all we know is extensions My Glock sit like an erection, that b*tch poke when he experience Foenem told me to stay down ’til I’m up, thank God I listened Now they proud, but from a distance, they showin’ love from a distance In my city, bein’ broke is fake, if you up, they gon’ listen In my city, can’t talk to the jakes, another disappearance They done took lil’ Jake, gave him a grave, done told that boy to listen Now they out searchin’ for bodies, got doctors doin’ autopsies It ain’t my place to make a statement, but I’m not just anybody It ain’t my place to re-embrace sh*t, but my heart cold, no tsunami I really know ni**as who know ni**as who take souls from bodies (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Young Thug] Lifetime revenge, do you trust me? He won’t come outside, so they killed him in the lobby Rockin’ all white, turnin’ red, you think you godly Federales lookin’, but they can’t find the body Look at CNN, ni**as droppin’ like flies, oh They gon’ keep a grudge, they don’t let bygones be bygones Crazy I had to go to jail just to read the Bible I told ni**as, “Keep it trill,” but they don’t speak English I could kill a ni**a today like a half a mil’ ain’t on my wrist If she play with my name, we gon’ have a funeral for my b*tch I could take sh*t to the grave, I never seen no one get flipped Pillow talkin’ the violations, like a chip, you can get dipped Got these labels tryna sell me Tryna see my kids every day because it’s healthy Talkin’ to my brother, he had a phone in the jail He say he just paid a thousand for a knife from my celly Spent a half a ticket [Chorus: YTB Trench] Opps out with vengeance, they swearin’ they don’t know who did it Growin’ up, they told us flexin’, but all we know is extensions My Glock sit like an erection, that b*tch poke when he experience Foenem told me to stay down ’til I’m up, thank God I listened Now they proud, but from a distance, they showin’ love from a distance In my city, bein’ broke is fake, if you up, they gon’ listen In my city, can’t talk to the jakes, another disappearance They done took lil’ Jake, gave him a grave, done told that boy to listen Now they out searchin’ for bodies, got doctors doin’ autopsies It ain’t my place to make a statement, but I’m not just anybody It ain’t my place to re-embrace sh*t, but my heart cold, no tsunami I really know ni**as who know ni**as who take souls from bodies [Outro: YTB Trench] From a distance They gon’ listen Another disappearance