Testo di 'My City (feat. K. Michelle)' di Yo Gotti

The teacher asked me what I wanted to be
I stood in front of the whole class and I told her I wanted to be a g*ngsta

Every day somebody’s killed in these streets
Whether innocent or guilty
(It’s my city n*gga)
And you don’t have to travel to another world
Cause there’s a war zone in my city
(It’s a war zone out here)
Oh Memphis, oh Tennessee
No other place will be home for me (Ever)
All the people, all the struggle
In a world full of f*kes my city make me a real hustler
(True hustler)

First three six break up, and every day I wake up
A n*gga got a problem with me
I got a hundred clips, a hundred guns, a hood full of killers
And I dare something to happen to me
See my city, it’s a different state, there’s no other
We used to have to make it through the (?) the summer
And everybody mob somthin’, everybody rob somethin’
Everybody scrap and everybody sh*t somethin’
Young n*ggas like ice
Killin’ like they got lice
Life used to be priceless now it’s worthless
N*ggas gone on missions ain’t even worth it
Lil homie chill (chill), Lil homie chill (chill)
Lil homie don’t respect the big homies no more
And choppers, no more handguns no more
Four deep, four hundred sh*ts, everybody under 16
I remember I was getting’ bricks for the 16 the city changed n*gga

Every day somebody’s killed in these streets
Whether innocent or guilty
(It’s my city n*gga)
And you don’t have to travel to another world
Cause there’s a war zone in my city
(It’s a war zone out here)
Oh Memphis, oh Tennessee
No other place will be home for me (Ever)
All the people, all the struggle
In a world full of f*kes my city make me a real hustler
(True hustler)

You know it’s rules and regulations when you king of the city
And n*ggas comin’ for the throne, some n*ggas don’t make it home
Ain’t talkin’ that rap sh*t, I’m talkin’ real beef
Where big homies can get wet and n*ggas can’t get sleep
Put a 10 on a n*gga, f*ck that put a 50, make his friend do the n*gga
This Memphis, Ten, n*gga
Home of the poverty, home of the robberies
We goin’ through some real sh*t like n*gga don’t you bother me
It’s goin’ down in the DM
Nah n*gga it’s goin’ down when I see him
Biggest record of my career, I’m becomin’ a star
And I’m shootin’ an AR at the cops
Just look at your favorite rapper
Just be patient, he gon’ f*ck up, he a Memphis n*gga
Maybe I will, maybe I won’t
Thuggin’
Money don’t change that, fame can’t change that
I’ve done sh*t to n*ggas in the streets I can’t take back
So every second of my life I got a gun and I hate that
But this Memphis, if you get caught without you gon’ regret that
F*ck it

Every day somebody’s killed in these streets
Whether innocent or guilty
(It’s my city n*gga)
And you don’t have to travel to another world
Cause there’s a war zone in my city
(It’s a war zone out here)
Oh Memphis, oh Tennessee
No other place will be home for me (Ever)
All the people, all the struggle
In a world full of f*kes my city make me a real hustler
(True hustler)