Billy Bandz - My City Lyrics

If you fly, you've got mountains much too high for you to climb
If you fly, you've got mountains much too high for you to climb
If I go to heaven would God look me in the eye
If I go to heaven, will he send me down to fry
I'm the chosen one up in my fam, I wonder why
I'm gon' hold my chest out even when it's time to cry
Niggas hate, that's usual, don't invite me to no funeral
My bitch, she always have her nails done, she don't know about cuticles
In high school, we had Nissans, Hondas, couple Buicks too
Couple throwback jerseys, but we had the newest shoes
Of course, we did some trappin', but we did some pimpin' too
Stayin' close to bitches, show you what these niggas do
Show you how these niggas move
I can show you how they get a hunnid, just do what I do
And yeah, we were the same size, but you still can't wear my shoes
Young niggas rule the world, we let the old niggas have the news
I put your ass on CNN, you try to take my food
Yeah, I'm a dog, I'm hungry, who is you
I'm havin' power like Martin Luther, I smoke like a king
And just because you buy her designer, it don't mean a thing
Look me in my eyes and you see that fire
Yeah, you look me in my eyes, you can see I'm tired
Baby say she choosin' me, why the f*ck you always usin' me
I had to show some people what that f*ckin' trigger do to me
Wanna talk about fashion, I can show you a couple Gucci sleeves
Thousand on my feet, only know who made Louis V
Florida niggas spinnin' fin-fins
I ain't even wanna dive in, but my brother threw me deep in
Asked her if I love her, told her that shit only depends
Ask me while I'm geekin', askin' why my dick in
I was at the bottom, niggas treatin' me like dirt, ayy
I ain't talkin' nine to five, I say I put in work, ayy
Get this boy a casket, he take this chain up off my shirt, ayy
She didn't even know she had that much juice till I made her squirt
And when you use, don't quit til you used all mine, ayy
Put your doubts on me, I cut ya off
Why the f*ck you talkin' to these kids, you need to talk to a boss
Said its smoke, ridin' through the city, took my tintin' off
It's so hard to go away from my city, I cut my city off
Robbin' & back doorin' ask them niggas what my city bout
Let me live my life before my city gone and take me out