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Cash Kidd

Man In My City

 

Man In My City

(album: No Socks - 2020)


[Intro:]
(Damazin Beats)
(Ayy, yo, Cash, I think we got one)

[Doughboy Clay:]
He swear he the man in my city, but he ain't got shit
I be riding around with them drugs, a couple chopsticks
Couple kids with me, my nigga, and they adopted
They don't speak to strangers, my nigga, they be on nonsense
They'll come and take your candy, they like to drop shit
We don't dance unless we made hella profit
Or water whipping over the stove and watch it locking
You know you using A-1 yola, the fiends knocking
He hungry, but he scared to hit the road, pull up your stockings
Big B, we got a spot on West V and that bitch rocking
You ain't the man in my city, you ain't made a hundred thousand
In order to have the streets, you need them real nigga vouchers

I'm the man in my city, I'm the man in my city
Man in my city, I'm the man in my city

[Cash Kidd:]
Ayy, Sprinter van full of tools
Banana clip on that Draco, bitch look like half of the moon
Your bust' fake, them bitches plastic and fu'
Our shit super white with black on the other side like Family Feud
Scrapping with who?
I'll leave his top flat like a stool
Ayy, I was bored
I just punched a Moncler jacket in June
Man, I'll pop out with that mopstick like the janitor do
And dip before 12 get there like I ain't graduate school
Straps in the pool
If the boys raid this mansion, we through
Blood on the firearm, like I peeled the scab off a wound
Shoot up your BM crib 'til she get her taxes and move
Like a parent, I'm whacking you soon for acting a fool, I promise
I'm not with the back and forth, we all action
They must've pressed caps lock, they all capping
Dodging raid vans with the pocket rocket, Lamar Jackson
Can't wait to run into you dummies like football practice
Lot of fraud action, I start hacking, card cracking
I like March Madness, I ball hard, my dawgs trapping
Just sent a hit, my nigga blitzed, this All-Madden
I start tagging shit everywhere like I'm yard sale-ing
Hard-headed, you a bitch ass nigga like a crossdresser
Started rapping, they was all clapping, but now they all jealous
Damn, I can't even trust my main bitch
The shit I seen, she probably out here on that same shit
Lane switch, I'ma cruise in my own lane
Just pulled up on your bitch, got my soul drained
All blue hundreds, don't ask me for no change
Step out of line, a ratchet popping like the soul train
Before fame, Marc, you promised me you won't change
I'm tryna prosper, they want me stuck in my old ways
Yeah, they was hating on me when I ain't have no pape'
That's why I keep that strap on my waist like I got no shape

[Doughboy Clay:]
I'm the man in my city, I'm the man in my city (Damazin Beats)
Man in my city, I'm the man in my city

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