Lyrics My City’s Not Safe - Potter Payper

I know my city's not safe
So I'm cutting through
With the bally on, like I'm WeWantWraiths
It's like my lifestyle's Wilder than Deontay
It's way deeper than a song and what you see on tape
I'm in a hypo with a hammer and some stick-on plates
If I was normal then I would've took my chick on dates
I've been putting food, shit- I mean bricks on plates
And I got every type of Louis for my Beyonce
Ask around man it's frying like eggs in pans
I've been in the crown court, that's heads in hands
And when you're tryna make it out
They just kill you quicker
I've got more fans in a crop then I got on Twitter
You're really living what you're rapping? Bro I beg to differ
I got 2 white girls that I get to scissor
And that's probably why they hate me like my ex's sister
How you always on the socials but don't get the picture?
I'm in the East of the city, known in all the boroughs
Young gs heard about me from their older brothers
Back when me and them was cool before they blew their covers
Before we shaved his melon
Before we smoked his cousin
They can't chat about the mandem, we're over-governed
36 or nothing there ain't no discussions
I got a Polish ting, I let her hold the Russian
I put her on my private story, all my hoes was cussing
I know the city's not safe
So I'm cutting through
With the bally on and some LV shades
In the station I'm just praying for some NFAs
I should probably make these bitches sign some NDAs
They won't believe you, if you told them about my gentle ways
Cah everybody thinks that I'm a mental case
How I'm from the mud but I got expediential taste
And everytime I leave my house it's a potential case
I put ps down for Muni, put ps down for Ice
I put ps down for Mandem I don't even like
Do they love me or they hate me? I could never decide
But I ain't really thinking about it
I've got odds to defy
We've been texting for hours, I'm getting lost in replies
At the O2 in the box, when it was boxes a shine
He knows last time he saw me, he got boxed in his eye
Don't know how he's chatting for me, is he lost in his mind?
I know my city's not safe
So I'm cutting through
With the bally on, like i'm WeWantWraiths
It's like my lifestyle's Wilder than Deontay
It's way deeper than a song and what you see on tape
I'm in a hypo with a hammer and some stick-on plates
If I was normal then I would've took my chick on dates
I've been putting food, shit- I mean bricks on plates
And I got every colour Louis for my Beyonce