Текст песни City On My Back - Squeezy

I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side
I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side
I got a 40 rack in my pocket, and Cartier's just to see through the lies
I got my shorty stacking my profit, now I can forget all the nights that I cried

I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side
I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side
I got a 40 rack in my pocket, and Cartier's just to see through the lies
I got my shorty stacking my profit, now I can forget all the nights that I cried

Wipe the tears (wipe the tears)
Open eyes (open eyes)
Try to see the snakes that's hiding in disguise
Keep it clear (keep it clear)
Smoke til high (smoke til high)
Try to roll a eighth up in a double wide

Cause I never met a bitch that been real, ever since I've been menacing on the topic
Bet she gon' love the way that she feel, cause it's an expensive list when we go shopping
I get to endin' him if he talkin'
Catch his ass home alone, he Mac Culkin
Promise this ain't no movie clip, you get stamped and get trampled if you start to hawking

All of that friendly shit need to stop it
My opps like an album, I catch 'em, I'm droppin'
I'll never spread the hint that we caught 'em
You gon' see death within if I'm walking
Tired of expressing it, I'm extending clip, no preventing it when I cock it
Ain't no offensive shit, I'm defending this, y'all resent the kid till I'm popping

I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side
I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side
I got a 40 rack in my pocket, and Cartier's just to see through the lies
I got my shorty stacking my profit, now I can forget all the nights that I cried

I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side
I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side
I got a 40 rack in my pocket, and Cartier's just to see through the lies
I got my shorty stacking my profit, now I can forget all the nights that I cried

(Yeah)
All of these psychedelics yea they making the time stop
And I got a nine glock, bet it's making his mind pop
Stacking the cake on my plate like it's IHOP
Red on his shirt, but it ain't a wine drop
I'm round her neck, ya shorty just came to my tie shop
Then I jump in her bed like a bike hop

Why they keep playing with me, I'm making the G's
That's the whole reason they sleeping
Know that I'm slaying the beat, creating this heat
I touch a mic and I'm tweaking
Why they keep hating on me, I'm waiting to see
All that's in stock for the greatest
Something like bait in the sea
My fate is to be, the one that they see as the bravest

Sippin' Caymus in my glass, I'll get famous from the raps
It was raining, that was facts, I'll be gaining tons of plaques
How you shaming on my tracks, I'm just aiming for the racks
Got my city on my back, with a 30 in my strap

I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side
I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side
I got a 40 rack in my pocket, and Cartier's just to see through the lies
I got my shorty stacking my profit, now I can forget all the nights that I cried

I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side
I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side
I got a 40 rack in my pocket, and Cartier's just to see through the lies
I got my shorty stacking my profit, now I can forget all the nights that I cried