Rappers in my city bitch up when they hear the news
You getting older that's a fact I know it's hard to hear the truth (Uh)
F*ck it, (F*ck it) who gon' check the bill
I'm in Miami eating nice, and by my side, I roll the dice I do it for my crew
Bitch I stay up on my ten toes always look off in the post
Every time you choose to hate, that's a dollar in the toast
I'ma burn a lotta bills, in the hills, it's gon' roast
Keep a check (Tec) on me like T9ine, I'm bound to do the most
You can't touch the way I be doing this shit different
All these types of people tryna' burn me off this inning
See I'm out here for my people, they ain't got nobody else
Safe too say that I'm the first to represent, and the last to run the South
So keep talking all your noise, I'ma stay composed
Got me in the back, like I'm Rosa with them boys
If you try to cross the line, there's a different side on the coin
Still talkin' bout' a deal when you stayin' unemployed
Yeah, aye
Locked in from the Get-Go I won't lie this be my life
If I choose to miss a date, I can't go and roll the dice
If I'm running out of patience, I won't live to see my life
If I'm going down, then I'm going with a fight
Rappers in my city bitch up when they hear the news
You getting older that's a fact I know it's hard to hear the truth (Uh)
F*ck it, (F*ck it) who gon' check the bill
I'm in Miami eating nice, and by my side, I roll the dice I do it for my crew
Bitch I stay up on my ten toes always look off in the post
Every time you choose to hate, that's a dollar in the toast
I'ma burn a lotta bills, in the hills, it's gon' roast
Keep a check (Tec) on me like T9ine, I'm bound to do the most (Aye)
Cut out what I'm sayin' you could put it on a map
All my bands when they blue, they be lookin' like it's stacked
F*ck that money makin' shit, we don't step on any cracks
Shout out BLP but I'm not talking bout' a Nac (On Bro)
Get it right we switching lanes, ain't no healing pain
Every time you in the field you seem to always cost the game
When I walk out of the building I'm the one you cannot tame
Then again, bitch I'm different, all these rappers sound the same (Aye)
Maybe you don't f*ck with us but no one will get hurt
I'm on another level of talent but the talent don't disperse
I prey to God every night, maybe it'll keep away the curse
Cut the line, leave em' behind, cause you know that I'm first
Rappers in my city bitch up when they hear the news
You getting older that's a fact I know it's hard to hear the truth (Uh)
F*ck it, (F*ck it) who gon' check the bill
I'm in Miami eating nice, and by my side, I roll the dice I do it for my crew
Bitch I stay up on my ten toes always look off in the post
Every time you choose to hate, that's a dollar in the toast
I'ma burn a lotta bills, in the hills, it's gon' roast
Keep a check (Tec) on me like T9ine, I'm bound to do the most (Aye)
Coolie Boii - MY CITY Lyrics
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Rappers in my city bitch up when they hear the news
You getting older that's a fact I know it's hard to hear the truth (Uh)
F*ck it, (F*ck it) who gon' check the bill
I'm in Miami eating nice, and by my side, I roll the dice I do it for my crew
Bitch I stay up on my ten toes always look off in the post
Every time you choose to hate, that's a dollar in the toast
I'ma burn a lotta bills, in the hills, it's gon' roast
Keep a check (Tec) on me like T9ine, I'm bound to do the most
You can't touch the way I be doing this shit different
All these types of people tryna' burn me off this inning
See I'm out here for my people, they ain't got nobody else
Safe too say that I'm the first to represent, and the last to run the South
So keep talking all your noise, I'ma stay composed
Got me in the back, like I'm Rosa with them boys
If you try to cross the line, there's a different side on the coin
Still talkin' bout' a deal when you stayin' unemployed
Yeah, aye
Locked in from the Get-Go I won't lie this be my life
If I choose to miss a date, I can't go and roll the dice
If I'm running out of patience, I won't live to see my life
If I'm going down, then I'm going with a fight
Rappers in my city bitch up when they hear the news
You getting older that's a fact I know it's hard to hear the truth (Uh)
F*ck it, (F*ck it) who gon' check the bill
I'm in Miami eating nice, and by my side, I roll the dice I do it for my crew
Bitch I stay up on my ten toes always look off in the post
Every time you choose to hate, that's a dollar in the toast
I'ma burn a lotta bills, in the hills, it's gon' roast
Keep a check (Tec) on me like T9ine, I'm bound to do the most (Aye)
Cut out what I'm sayin' you could put it on a map
All my bands when they blue, they be lookin' like it's stacked
F*ck that money makin' shit, we don't step on any cracks
Shout out BLP but I'm not talking bout' a Nac (On Bro)
Get it right we switching lanes, ain't no healing pain
Every time you in the field you seem to always cost the game
When I walk out of the building I'm the one you cannot tame
Then again, bitch I'm different, all these rappers sound the same (Aye)
Maybe you don't f*ck with us but no one will get hurt
I'm on another level of talent but the talent don't disperse
I prey to God every night, maybe it'll keep away the curse
Cut the line, leave em' behind, cause you know that I'm first
Rappers in my city bitch up when they hear the news
You getting older that's a fact I know it's hard to hear the truth (Uh)
F*ck it, (F*ck it) who gon' check the bill
I'm in Miami eating nice, and by my side, I roll the dice I do it for my crew
Bitch I stay up on my ten toes always look off in the post
Every time you choose to hate, that's a dollar in the toast
I'ma burn a lotta bills, in the hills, it's gon' roast
Keep a check (Tec) on me like T9ine, I'm bound to do the most (Aye)
You getting older that's a fact I know it's hard to hear the truth (Uh)
F*ck it, (F*ck it) who gon' check the bill
I'm in Miami eating nice, and by my side, I roll the dice I do it for my crew
Bitch I stay up on my ten toes always look off in the post
Every time you choose to hate, that's a dollar in the toast
I'ma burn a lotta bills, in the hills, it's gon' roast
Keep a check (Tec) on me like T9ine, I'm bound to do the most
You can't touch the way I be doing this shit different
All these types of people tryna' burn me off this inning
See I'm out here for my people, they ain't got nobody else
Safe too say that I'm the first to represent, and the last to run the South
So keep talking all your noise, I'ma stay composed
Got me in the back, like I'm Rosa with them boys
If you try to cross the line, there's a different side on the coin
Still talkin' bout' a deal when you stayin' unemployed
Yeah, aye
Locked in from the Get-Go I won't lie this be my life
If I choose to miss a date, I can't go and roll the dice
If I'm running out of patience, I won't live to see my life
If I'm going down, then I'm going with a fight
Rappers in my city bitch up when they hear the news
You getting older that's a fact I know it's hard to hear the truth (Uh)
F*ck it, (F*ck it) who gon' check the bill
I'm in Miami eating nice, and by my side, I roll the dice I do it for my crew
Bitch I stay up on my ten toes always look off in the post
Every time you choose to hate, that's a dollar in the toast
I'ma burn a lotta bills, in the hills, it's gon' roast
Keep a check (Tec) on me like T9ine, I'm bound to do the most (Aye)
Cut out what I'm sayin' you could put it on a map
All my bands when they blue, they be lookin' like it's stacked
F*ck that money makin' shit, we don't step on any cracks
Shout out BLP but I'm not talking bout' a Nac (On Bro)
Get it right we switching lanes, ain't no healing pain
Every time you in the field you seem to always cost the game
When I walk out of the building I'm the one you cannot tame
Then again, bitch I'm different, all these rappers sound the same (Aye)
Maybe you don't f*ck with us but no one will get hurt
I'm on another level of talent but the talent don't disperse
I prey to God every night, maybe it'll keep away the curse
Cut the line, leave em' behind, cause you know that I'm first
Rappers in my city bitch up when they hear the news
You getting older that's a fact I know it's hard to hear the truth (Uh)
F*ck it, (F*ck it) who gon' check the bill
I'm in Miami eating nice, and by my side, I roll the dice I do it for my crew
Bitch I stay up on my ten toes always look off in the post
Every time you choose to hate, that's a dollar in the toast
I'ma burn a lotta bills, in the hills, it's gon' roast
Keep a check (Tec) on me like T9ine, I'm bound to do the most (Aye)
Writer: Taj Roshan Mohammed
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC