My City

[The Kid LAROI:]
Look, shit

I'm like the Jay, or the Drake of my city
Fuck what they say, they won't say that shit to me
I'm in downtown, all my brothers is with me
Shout out my boys from the 70
Shout out my boys from the 60, they know what's in me
Shout out my boys from the 17, they really know how I was living
Oh, what a feeling

[The Kid LAROI (J Emz):]
I walk through the city, they treat me like God
We were six deep in that five-seated car
I heard that they got a problem with me
Told 'em, "Come to my face," but they faking, they fraud
Drive through the hood in Lamborghini cars
I might just give a hunnid to my dawgs (My dawgs)
Thank you for holding it down and I'm sorry if you ever felt like there was love lost (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[J Emz:]
Now they blaming ONEFOUR for all of the drillings (True)
They blaming us for what happens in Sydney (Why?)
They blaming us for what happens in Melbourne (Okay)
They blaming us for what happens in Brissy (True)
Tell me who's with me?
'Cause I ain't kidding, this shit's been happening since back in the day (Now listen)
No one said nothing when shh, got knocked
But now everybody's got something to say
Get the fuck out my face (Pussy)
I ain't tryna lead these youngins astray
But pussio stay in your place (Stay)
If you got a problem, then come out and play
I'm making my paper, I stayed in my lane
They thought I would change for the money and fame
Everything that I'm doing, I do it for the gang
We already told you, this shit ain't a game
Now stop playing, everyone knows that

[The Kid LAROI:]
I'm like the Jay, or the Drake of my city
Fuck what they say, they won't say that shit to me
I'm in downtown, all my brothers is with me
Shout out my boys from the 70
Shout out my boys from the 60, they know what's in me
Shout out my boys from the 17, they really know how I was living
Oh, what a feeling

[Spenny:]
I've got too much (Too much), on my plate to be putting up with all the politics (Uh)
For the critics, I don't have the tolerance
And for the pussy boys sucking and swallowing (Pussy, uh)
Yeah, they hate when I'm speaking the truth, but I gotta acknowledge it (Facts)
Yeah, they quick to point fingers, but someone please tell me, where did they all get their confidence? (But where?)
I ain't gotta take this shit no more
First class and I'm on that plane (Ooh, ooh)
Put Aus on the map and they all complain (Why?)
Telling the truth and they still complain (Ah)
Now they shooting clips 'cause they all want fame
But out on the strip, that got no name
I don't give a fuck, I'ma cop that blame
I was raised on the street, I'ma stay this way (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause the things I say, I'ma take to the grave (Yeah)
Now listen

[The Kid LAROI:]
I'm like the Jay, or the Drake of my city
Fuck what they say, they won't say that shit to me
I'm in downtown, all my brothers is with me
Shout out my boys from the 70
Shout out my boys from the 60, they know what's in me
Shout out my boys from the 17, they really know how I was living
Oh, what a feeling

I walk through the city, they treat me like God
We were six deep in that five-seated car
I heard that they got a problem with me
Told 'em, "Come to my face," but they faking, they fraud
Drive through the hood in Lamborghini cars
I might just give a hunnid to my dawgs
Thank you for holding it down and I'm sorry if you ever felt like there was love lost