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Bitch I'm from Baltimore, you say you was, I seen you
What part you on? I got some on The Alameda
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they me
My name good in any hood, I hung around
I got a bitch that on Appleton, she love them killers
When I re-up I hit my partner, them in Village
My uncle Jimmy 'round the on the avenue
You baller blocking that's the type of I never do
I'm from the east side, you know what of shit I'm on
But I be everywhere, I sold in Woodlawn
I some niggas down the hill that got it for the low
I in Bird City, nigga you already know
And I don't go unless a nigga strapped up
And if you fuck a Morgan you better strap up
shit'll get you and your niggas clapped up
We with the shits, you pussy niggas not act up
My nigga Pete was born and raised on Biddle Street
My nigga died, he make it to see 23
I got a bitch work up Norma's and that pussy wet
And every day she hacks to get to Lafayette
She said she tryna get the fuck up out the 'jects
But that ain't none of my business, I'm just get the neck
A lot of rappers in my city, half you wack
And I ever been a bitch, I'm keepin' shit a stack
Aye someone go and the DJ they should bring this back
I been a G kiddie discos at the Hammer Jacks
I swear to God I could never a dumb hoe
She on Monroe but swear she Marilyn Monroe
See all my niggas never 'em, we be sharin' those
Cause all these Instagram famous bitches sharin'
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after hoes"
Cause all these bitches ever wanted was bankroll
go and tell the DJ they should bring this back
Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this
I my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
My told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes"
all these bitches ever wanted was your bankroll
I'm a bankroll
You said you run the city, oh my bad, I know
The trenches me so it ain't nowhere I can't go
We never lackin' and we to let them thangs show
We let them go
I'm talkin' to Glen Eagle, I love my people
the Miley Cyrus, the Bobby Brown, the sour diesel
Stealin' out my mama's purse, if she catch you I bet she you
Used to play in alleyways, we was duckin' dirty needles
I swear the city the same since we lost Swift
She'll live forever, to the city she was gift
We showed the police we ain't none of that nonsense
other rappers lackin' soul, ain't got no content
I rep the struggle, I know that you hate me, fuck it, I you
Watch me bubble, we up with the rod so they in trouble
I fumble, was raised in the gutter, I love the jungle
I ain't had shit but a dream, now I see them
Someone go and tell the DJ they should this back
Someone go and tell the DJ they should bring this
I my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet know me
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask me and I bet they know me
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after hoes"
Cause all these bitches ever wanted was your