Jiggy Mark - No City Love Lyrics

I Got epiphanies coming out of everywhere you know what I'm saying
You dig what I'm saying yeah
You dig what I'm saying yeah
You dig what
Alright I'm about to go in

I don't feel contagious I'm sick on these rhymes
Four pockets full and I'm dope every-time
If you copy this shit then I'm taxing yo line
Keep it ah g like a boss in his prime
N****s be goofy like stop all that lying
Call up the homies and smashing it down
I live for this shit cause I'm one of a kind
Yeah Yeah

Im a outcast in my city
Counting these hundred a n****a got plenty
She Wanna travel I buy her some fendi
And Roll through my city with all my N****s
I don't have a heart I can't feel what you feeling
Walk to the store in my Christians Dior
But keep me a brodie for all of the war
I know that they hating they show me no love
Cause where I'm form this shit look dumb
This time next year I'll be something
And chase that bread n***a I need tons
Talk my shit don't hold my tongue
Going to school just to stay out the hood
Get a degree and momma stay good
They play with them sticks cause they misunderstood
I hop in the booth and I get that shit done
My homie don't care that he stuck in the mud
I'm going through shit I can feel in my core
We not the same we running up
They flock with the crew I just stick to the bars
Pray to the lord that I blow up tomorrow
Just cause I'm chill don't mean that sorry
I rather be lame than be stuck behind bars
Baby I love you but it's from a far

Yaw Yaw

I don't feel contagious I'm sick on these rhymes
Four pockets full and I'm dope every-time
If you copy this shit then I'm taxing yo line
Keep it ah g like a boss in his prime
N****s be goofy like stop all that lying
Call up the homies and smashing it down
I live for this shit cause I'm one of a kind
Yeah Yeah

I don't feel contagious I'm sick on these rhymes
Four pockets full and I'm dope every-time
If you copy this shit then I'm taxing yo line
Keep it ah g like a boss in his prime
N****s be goofy like stop all that lying
Call up the homies and smashing it down
I live for this shit cause I'm one of a kind
Yeah Yeah

N****s be scamming that's not what we do
See I peep how you move you can't fly with crew
We was tight like the trap we ain't have no room
Big bankrolls can't fold on you
I heard you was snitching I don't need a clue
I remember shit that I did for you
Im too paranoid to be riding in coupes
I been through some shit now my money is blue
All that I ask is you keep it ah hundred and
Now that I'm up and you swear that I'm buggin
I kept it ah g I don't want your loving
Your shawty keep calling like damn she buggin
I'm doing a show and it's overflowing
Cap cap cap this boy a dummy
Don't get too close like who you touching
You crazy as hell if you think that we f*cking

I take your energy
I go gorrila
I make a deposit and share with my n****s
I feel like I'm poppin and nobody realer
You can't be a leader and follow a million
So don't get it twisted I'm poppin it's simple
I'm humble as ever this shit I won't
Mention
I worked for this shit you can see my credentials
My future is clear and it's clear that I'm different

This shit automatic the way I be killing
He cap in his rap and we know that he fitted
Roll through my city I'm dropping the roof
Doing a show then I'm back in the booth
The streets on my back and they know what it do
Sipping this lean and it's killing my mood
Chasing this money I jump through a hoop
Show me respect when I'm making a move

I don't feel contagious I'm sick on these rhymes
Four pockets full and I'm dope every-time
If you copy this shit then I'm taxing yo line
Keep it ah g like a boss in his prime
N****s be goofy like stop all that lying
Call up the homies and smashing it down
I live for this shit Cause I'm one of a kind
Yeah Yeah

I don't feel contagious I'm sick on these rhymes
Four pockets full and I'm dope every-time
If you copy this shit then I'm taxing yo line
Keep it ah g like a boss in his prime
N****s be goofy like stop all that lying
Call up the homies and smashing it down
I live for this shit cause I'm one of a kind
Yeah Yeah

Off the lean
Off the lean out the street
On my feet yeah you mean
I got tools just because
You don't wanna try me
Off my feet
Out the street

Cause where I'm form this shit look dumb
This time next year I'll be something
And chase that bread n***a I need tons
Talk my shit don't hold my tongue
Going to school just to stay out the hood
Get a degree and momma stay good
They play with them sticks cause they misunderstood
I hop in the booth and I get that shit done
Yaw Yaw