My city

Ridin through the city, sometimes wonder if they see me

I know the windows tinted, but they often plot from distance

Focused on the franklins, fuck the bitches, bring me benjis

50 out my pocket every time I twist a philly

Stackin spending filthy, wonder why they wanna kill me?

"Sickest" in my city they upset that they can't "treat me"

Ridin wit the windows down, watching for them hidden crowns

police on my ass ever since there was that body found

by body i mean bag where we keep the drugs at

subtract all the rap, its my fam versus the rats

so be careful look for cracks, but do ur thing and just relax

watch out for the traps, not all ur homies got ya back

keep ur head up flip them packs, or perhaps u can go back

to sittin on ya momma porch praying for a snack

in my city, theirs no limit, get a ticket come and live it.

focused on my skrilla, smokin, sippin muddy liquid