My City (Remix)

(album: Slime Language 2 - 2021)

[YTB Trench:]
(It's LM on the beat)
Uh, yeah

Opps out with vengeance, they swearing they don't know who did it
Growing up, they told us flexing, but all we know is extensions
My Glock sit like an erection, that bitch 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 showing love from a distance
In my city, being 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 searching for bodies, got doctors doing autopsies
It ain't my place to make a statement, but I'm not just anybody
It ain't my place to re-embrace shit, but my heart cold, no tsunami
I really know niggas who know niggas who take souls from bodies

We made it known, they knew what's up with us
To the point where we ain't speak and everybody fuck with us
Pulling up three or four deep, that heat, we gotta tuck us one
Sending 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 telling me different things, so I gotta be stealthy
Put my pain in my lyrics 'cause I know niggas 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 hearing me
And fuck cross-relations, shout out to my fucking family, yeah

[YTB Trench (Young Thug):]
Opps out with vengeance, they swearing they don't know who did it
Growing up, they told us flexing, but all we know is extensions
My Glock sit like an erection, that bitch 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 showing love from a distance
In my city, being 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 searching for bodies, got doctors doing autopsies
It ain't my place to make a statement, but I'm not just anybody
It ain't my place to re-embrace shit, but my heart cold, no tsunami
I really know niggas who know niggas who take souls from bodies (Yeah, yeah)

[Young Thug:]
Lifetime revenge, do you trust me?
He won't come outside, so they killed him in the lobby
Rocking all white, turning red, you think you godly
Federales looking, but they can't find the body
Look at CNN, niggas dropping 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 niggas, "Keep it trill," but they don't speak English
I could kill a nigga today like a half a mil' ain't on my wrist
If she play with my name, we gon' have a funeral for my bitch
I could take shit to the grave, I never seen no one get flipped
Pillow talking 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
Talking 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

[YTB Trench:]
Opps out with vengeance, they swearing they don't know who did it
Growing up, they told us flexing, but all we know is extensions
My Glock sit like an erection, that bitch 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 showing love from a distance
In my city, being 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 searching for bodies, got doctors doing autopsies
It ain't my place to make a statement, but I'm not just anybody
It ain't my place to re-embrace shit, but my heart cold, no tsunami
I really know niggas who know niggas who take souls from bodies

From a distance
They gon' listen
Another disappearance