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lil tjay & jay critch - city on my back lyrics

[intro: lil tjay]
grr, boom, boom
yo, ril, this sh+t crazy
ayo, n+ggas might not understand what i do, what i do right now
hopefully [?] n+ggas move later, different
bands on the track
nothin’ like y’all n+ggas, at all
i’m hungry, i want my bread, f+ck out my face
gang [?]

[chorus: lil tjay & fivio foreign]
i got the city on my back (i got the city on my back)
we put the city on the map (n+gga we put the city on the map)
i got the city on my back (i got the city on my back)
we put the city on the map (we put the city on the map)
i put the city on my back (grr, grr)
i put the city on my back (boom boom, boom boom)
i put the city on my back (grr, grr)
we put the city on the map (boom boom, boom boom)
we put the city on the map

[verse 1: lil tjay]
i put them trenches on the map
i was outside before the rap
n+gga try me, he getting wacked
n+ggas ain’t ride, no, they cap
we catch a body then look for another one, nah, we not with that tick for tack
they on my d+ck, like give it back
i’m in the [?], i’m getting [?]
and i need me a [?]
’cause i don’t remember last time n+gga sat down, took a nap
we goin’ back to your block, and spin it back
let out forty+four shots and hit his back
while i know i can’t lack
i got a shooter right here and you know he be toting a mac
cop me a bentley, your ho in the back
[?] and you go, you know it’s a fact
my life, my life, so crazy now
i ain’t know what happened [?] make it out
my life, my life, so crazy now
bot you stupid if you think you gon’ take me out

[verse 2: jay critch]
run through my city with the straps
them n+ggas spun, we hit him back (boom, boom, boom)
i’m in your city for the racks (hey)
when they be talking, it’s never facts
where i’m from, we was taught to go get a bag
we ain’t done with the trap, we having packs
and they doing bad, so i know they mad
amiri sack, ’cause they full of cash
f+ck all the opps, they mad we made it (f+ck all the opps)
doctor having patience, we gon run in they spot, do reservations
shooters spin every block, like sanitation
r.i.p. pop smoke, gotta smoke to get elevated (r.i.p. pop smoke)
speak on the gang, we elevate em’
she give me brain, she educated (educated)
i’m switching lanes, and getting faded
broadie got range, but he gon aim it
f+ck what you claim, my n+ggas dangerous
we let it spray, like it’s a fragrance
diamonds gon rain, and make him famous
we ain’t the same, don’t speak my language
they know the name, we the hood favourites
put the city on the map, made the hood famous

- lil tjay jay critch lyrics

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