paroles de chanson City On Lock - Lil Durk , City Girls

I'm from Levy City (I'm from the Bridge)
Nah bitch, I ain't from South Beath, I raised me
Bitch my momma was in the streets (yeah), no Cody (no)
I ain't no rat
I don't know a thing my homie
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Still had to eat off that scammin' thing
I know some niggas tottin' .40's like they ID's
I know some bitches gettin' purses off her ID's
I got my city on lock and the master key
Pussy so good, make him say "Uh", this that Master P
Gun sling (gun sling)
You know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm street (yeah)
Codeine (codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the proteine
Ain't no co-defendant (co-defendant)
Slide on them block by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gun sling (gun sling)
You know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm street (yeah)
Codeine (codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the proteine
Ain't no co-defendant (co-defendant)
Slide on them block by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, I'm from Appalachia, home of the choppas
City Girls, Summer, JT, that's my partner (city)
I'm a day bitch, browns up to the scotts (period)
Lil' pretty bitch but them killers from the losses
Slide for me (doo, doo, doo)
I got some bitches and some niggas that'll bust for me (doo, doo, doo)
So don't fuck with me
Y'all bum niggas, caught me lackin' hit the wagon up
Now the hood lookin' for 'em 'bout to body bag 'em up (my niggas)
Gun sling (gun sling)
You know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm street (yeah)
Codeine (codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the proteine
Ain't no co-defendant (co-defendant)
Slide on them block by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gun sling (gun sling)
You know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm street (yeah)
Codeine (codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the proteine
Ain't no co-defendant (co-defendant)
Slide on them block by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man I came up from the bottom that's
Why I'm talkin' cash shit (cash shit)
Man I went out my momma purse and I
Had got my ass kicked (got my ass kicked)
Let a nigga see his kids, you goin' out like a sad bitch (sad)
You look better than your kids and
You got your ass did (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't be tellin' them niggas I love
They ass no more 'cause I don't force (no)
I just put the label check inside the streets so goin' for it
Ever since I call myself the voice
I'm startin' to hear some voice (I'm startin' to hear some voice)
And they told you ass to tell
And you did you had a choice (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gun sling (gun sling)
You know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm street (yeah)
Codeine (codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the proteine
Ain't no co-defendant (co-defendant)
Slide on them block by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I take my hat off to real niggas who
Been real with it (who been real with it)
I know you love the streets to death
Just don't be killed in it (just don't be)
I brought the Crush for no drank
I put my pills in it (I put my pills in it)
Can't nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal with it
Gun sling