So Yc
I'm from a city full of hate
A lot of niggas can relate
Where they rather see you starve or rather see you in grave
I lost some niggas to these streets, a lot of niggas in na cage
An the youngins out here wild'n, they jus tryna find their way
I'm from yc every where you go you gotta keep a strap
They f*ck wit the shooters, they don't care if that niggas a rat
They f*ck wit the boy cuz everything I be spittin is facts Come to yc, lose ya life you ain't getting it back
I'm from yc where they can't fight
So they keep a pipe, shoot a nigga now he getting life
I'm from yc that's the way of life
Come to yc you gotta pay that price
Come to yc you'll get shot for nothin
Bitches screamin free they man but they out here f*ckin
I was broke now these bitches wanna f*ck me all a sudden
No I ain't a killer but you better not push my buttons
Katana keep saying he the goat
You ain't Loretta mothaf*cker you the one that needs the rope
You ain't influence shit you ain't give nobody hope
You don't want smoke you ain't the best you a joke
It's seven seventeen bitch you know I'm from the y
From a place where niggas cool with niggas that testified
From a place where niggas known for letting that weapon fly
Is he a rat or a shooter we can't decide
And bitch I'm from the y where it go down
I told my shooter slow down
He told me he don't know how
She say she a good girl she probably f*cked the whole town
Coming to this city on that bullshit you'll get blown down
Remember on the pop when I ain't have a pot to piss in
I was cooking fake work up in my Mama's kitchen
Free my bro cheese he was always hittin
Free my bro Roc he was on a money mission
Man free all my guys out the system
Know a youngin thirteen he'll turn a opp to a victim
Men free all my guys out the system
Know a youngin thirteen he'll turn a opp to a victim
Niggas grimy in this city in this city you'll get left
I got love for my city but the West is where it's at
If you see me on a flyer only time I'm up in fats
Have my niggas run down have you niggas running laps
I'm from a city where ain't shit pretty
A lot of niggas grimy niggas gritty
Let a nigga try me in this city
Man I'll catch a body in this city
From the y nigga
So yc
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So Yc
I'm from a city full of hate
A lot of niggas can relate
Where they rather see you starve or rather see you in grave
I lost some niggas to these streets, a lot of niggas in na cage
An the youngins out here wild'n, they jus tryna find their way
I'm from yc every where you go you gotta keep a strap
They f*ck wit the shooters, they don't care if that niggas a rat
They f*ck wit the boy cuz everything I be spittin is facts Come to yc, lose ya life you ain't getting it back
I'm from yc where they can't fight
So they keep a pipe, shoot a nigga now he getting life
I'm from yc that's the way of life
Come to yc you gotta pay that price
Come to yc you'll get shot for nothin
Bitches screamin free they man but they out here f*ckin
I was broke now these bitches wanna f*ck me all a sudden
No I ain't a killer but you better not push my buttons
Katana keep saying he the goat
You ain't Loretta mothaf*cker you the one that needs the rope
You ain't influence shit you ain't give nobody hope
You don't want smoke you ain't the best you a joke
It's seven seventeen bitch you know I'm from the y
From a place where niggas cool with niggas that testified
From a place where niggas known for letting that weapon fly
Is he a rat or a shooter we can't decide
And bitch I'm from the y where it go down
I told my shooter slow down
He told me he don't know how
She say she a good girl she probably f*cked the whole town
Coming to this city on that bullshit you'll get blown down
Remember on the pop when I ain't have a pot to piss in
I was cooking fake work up in my Mama's kitchen
Free my bro cheese he was always hittin
Free my bro Roc he was on a money mission
Man free all my guys out the system
Know a youngin thirteen he'll turn a opp to a victim
Men free all my guys out the system
Know a youngin thirteen he'll turn a opp to a victim
Niggas grimy in this city in this city you'll get left
I got love for my city but the West is where it's at
If you see me on a flyer only time I'm up in fats
Have my niggas run down have you niggas running laps
I'm from a city where ain't shit pretty
A lot of niggas grimy niggas gritty
Let a nigga try me in this city
Man I'll catch a body in this city
From the y nigga
So yc
I'm from a city full of hate
A lot of niggas can relate
Where they rather see you starve or rather see you in grave
I lost some niggas to these streets, a lot of niggas in na cage
An the youngins out here wild'n, they jus tryna find their way
I'm from yc every where you go you gotta keep a strap
They f*ck wit the shooters, they don't care if that niggas a rat
They f*ck wit the boy cuz everything I be spittin is facts Come to yc, lose ya life you ain't getting it back
I'm from yc where they can't fight
So they keep a pipe, shoot a nigga now he getting life
I'm from yc that's the way of life
Come to yc you gotta pay that price
Come to yc you'll get shot for nothin
Bitches screamin free they man but they out here f*ckin
I was broke now these bitches wanna f*ck me all a sudden
No I ain't a killer but you better not push my buttons
Katana keep saying he the goat
You ain't Loretta mothaf*cker you the one that needs the rope
You ain't influence shit you ain't give nobody hope
You don't want smoke you ain't the best you a joke
It's seven seventeen bitch you know I'm from the y
From a place where niggas cool with niggas that testified
From a place where niggas known for letting that weapon fly
Is he a rat or a shooter we can't decide
And bitch I'm from the y where it go down
I told my shooter slow down
He told me he don't know how
She say she a good girl she probably f*cked the whole town
Coming to this city on that bullshit you'll get blown down
Remember on the pop when I ain't have a pot to piss in
I was cooking fake work up in my Mama's kitchen
Free my bro cheese he was always hittin
Free my bro Roc he was on a money mission
Man free all my guys out the system
Know a youngin thirteen he'll turn a opp to a victim
Men free all my guys out the system
Know a youngin thirteen he'll turn a opp to a victim
Niggas grimy in this city in this city you'll get left
I got love for my city but the West is where it's at
If you see me on a flyer only time I'm up in fats
Have my niggas run down have you niggas running laps
I'm from a city where ain't shit pretty
A lot of niggas grimy niggas gritty
Let a nigga try me in this city
Man I'll catch a body in this city
From the y nigga
So yc
Writer: Jalen Rice
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