[Verse 1: Lil Amp]
My city is where we sell dope for a living
Wear the wrong color, you ripe for the k**in
Try me get murked behind a building
Where you can a little money but never make a million
And 'til then, I'm try to make a f**in billion
West side of town can f**in blow your mind out
n***as hit you quick, 'fore you got a chance to cry out
In my city, ain't nothing to lie about
Cause everybody knows everybody; there's alot to die about
n***as in the ground or barred up, that's alot to cry about
My city is them drug runs, there are plenty
Whipping them van like we was racing Indy
Running my city, you could call me P. Diddy
Cause I'm in love with my city, don't f** with my city
Resident or not, it can get you clean out like Biggie
No disrespect to NB, but in my city I'm just saying
In my city, better quit with the games you be playing
In my city there's no aiming, drive-by and start spraying
In my city don't need need no scale for the d** we weighting
Leave you body in the street, blood where you been laying
Won't find your body 'til it starts stink from that decaying