City On Lock

I'm from Liberty City (I'm from the Bridge)

Nah, b!tch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me

B!tch, my mama was in the streets (Yeah), no co-d (No)

I ain't no rat, I'on know a thing my homies

(Tay Keith, fxxk these n!ggas up)

Still had to eat off that scammin' thing

I know some n!ggas totin' .40's like they ID's

I know some b!tches gettin' purses off of ID's (Facts)

I got my city on lock and the master key (Yeah)

Pu$$y so good, make him say "Uh", this that Master P

Gun slang (Gun slang)

You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)

I know one thing

We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)

Codeine (Codeine)

I'm sippin' lean for the protein

Ain't no co-defendant (No co-defendant)

Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Gun slang (Gun slang)

You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)

I know one thing

We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)

Codeine (Codeine)

I'm sippin' lean for the protein

Ain't no co-defendant (No co-defendant) (Uh)

Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, I'm from Opa-Locka, home of the choppers (Choppers)

City Girls, Summer, JT, that's my partner (City)

I'm a Dade b!tch, Brown Subs to the Scotts (Period)

Lil' pretty b!tch, but them killers from the lots will slide for me (Doo, doo, doo)

I got some b!tches and some n!ggas that'll bust for me (boop, boop, boop)

So don't fxxk wit' me

Y'all bum n!ggas, caught me lackin', hit the wagon up

Now the hood lookin' for 'em, 'bout to body bag 'em up (My n!ggas)

Gun slang (Gun slang)

You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)

I know one thing

We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)

Codeine (Codeine)

I'm sippin' lean for the protein

Ain't no co-defendant (No co-defendant)

Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Gun slang (Gun slang)

You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)

I know one thing

We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)

Codeine (Codeine)

I'm sippin' lean for the protein

Ain't no co-defendant (No co-defendant)

Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Man, I came up from the bottom, that's why I'm talkin' cash sh!t (Cash sh!t)

Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked (Got my ass kicked)

Let a n!gga see his kids, you goin' out like a sad b!tch (Sad)

You look better than your kids and you got your ass did (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I don't be tellin' them n!ggas I love they ass no more 'cause I don't force it (No)

I just put the label check inside the streets so go and avoid it

Ever since I call myself the voice, I'm startin' to hear some voices (I'm startin' to hear some voices )

And they told your ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Gun slang (Gun slang)

You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)

I know one thing

We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)

Codeine (Codeine)

I'm sippin' lean for the protein

Ain't no co-defendant (No co-defendant)

Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I tilt my heads to real n!ggas who been real wit' it (Who been real)

I know you love the streets to death, just don't get killed in it (Don't get)

I bought a crush, not for no drink, I put my pills in it (Put my pills in it)

Can't nobody tell us sh!t, you gotta deal wit' it (Gun slang)