City Blues (Remix)

Singing these Manchester City Blues

Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true, hmm

Monetize my pain and my hurt

Commodify my frame, do your work

I modify my name, just the first

To fit in this lil' game, yeah

It's hard chilling with n!ggas who only talk about b!tches and never 'bout business

Misogynistic 'til they sisters get involved

Then it's vengeance in the name of feminism, of course

Bragging 'bout who they piped down in highschool, fool

What about right now?

Ooh you wanna fight clown?

Want me to put the mic down

And leave me Mike Brown, light brown soaked in the concrete

Just beyond God's reach?

So tell me what's next?

Boys in blue paint the town red from all the bloodshed

Still interrogating myself

Tell me, how do crocodile tears fall from dry wells?

You can't confuse fedora boy for a suspect

The pen was the murder weapon

The muse, the Weeping Woman

Still tryna paint Pica3so circa 1937, it's true

I'm just paying my dues and my dudes

You out preeing my moves

I'm focused on my own two, and keep

Singing these Manchester City Blues

Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true (Hey)

Monetize my pain and my hurt

Commodify my frame, do your work

I modify my name, just the first

To fit in this lil' game

You wanna know why I'm happy, I'm still alive, n!gga

'Bout 4 or 5 times, I should've died, n!gga

You see the pain when you look into my eyes

Made it to 39, I guess my grandmama lie

She said I'll never make it to see 21

My brother didn't, listen this is where the Henny come

17 he was everything I wanted to be

I watched the devil take his life right in front of me

I feel strong but I'm breaking down underneath

In Compton you ain't gotta be the klan to lay up on the sheets

A dead body, that's somethin' to see

How I end up by myself after travelin' the world a hunnid deep

I watched Bobby get shot in his face

I seen li'l Kurt intestines fall straight out his waist

These eyes, these skies

Where the fxck do n!ggas go when we die?

Oh-oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh-oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Walking through the grocery store the other day

I ran into Taneisha, she was happy to see my face

Let me tell you 'bout faith

We was 16, tenth grade, murder was the case

She was datin' Chico, we was at my grandmama place

It was me, Taneisha, Chico, Dan and lil' Trey

We was drinkin', smokin', I fell asleep

I woke up 'cause I heard Taneisha scream and so I peeped

In the bathroom door, Chico was just wathcin' her

While Dan and lil' Trey was climbin' on top of her

So I went and grabbed my pops gun

And this the part of the story where you grow some nuts, if you ain't got none

I cocked that b!tch, then I popped

Everybody froze, then the n!gga Trey dropped son

I shot my own homie in the grapes, I just couldn't let T get raped

Singing these Manchester City Blues

Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true