[Chorus: Quan]
Woo!
My city, my city
My city, my city
Woo!
My city, my city
What up?
My city, my city
King Quan up next

[Verse 1: Quan]
In my city, man, it's hectic
Lil girls 13
And they be runnin' 'round pregnant
Lil boys like 10
Runnin' 'round with a weapon
In my city, man, it's reckless
You gon' die 80-11
Everybody bringin' laws
Ain't been 12 in relation
They killin' our setup, our technique
I'm 'boutta rise
That's the reason we protested
I'mma keep it a hunnid
Ain't gon' do no cabin
Everybody owns line
In my city, this what happens
Stop believin' these rappers that come from my city
That ain't even got no status
Murder race got hot
In my city, it's pathetic
But I love it even tho we rented, yeah
Why you think I keep leavin'?
'Cause people's smiles be deceivin'
I get millis, just my peoples
'Cause I live in a city, yeah
Cribs in the back stairs
Just to get even
That's the problem with them
They be gettin' too greedy
They act like they needy, no
For show, I'mma feed it, no
For show, I'm a feeder
You know my sellers gon' be shaped forever
Told my family when we make it
We gonna ball together
'Cause I remember them times when we fall
But we all stunt together
If you from where I'm from
Better be happy
You know, we sellin' all grape
Bodies drop left and right
I'm surprised that we went 10 days
[Chorus: Quan & Jitt & (Jitt)]
My city, my city (my city, my city)
My city, my city (my city, my city)
(Fill me up all some more loads)
My city, my city (it's JittDSK)
My city, my city (ayy)
[Verse 2: Jitt]
I got, left my city
I fuck 'em up
Prices up, no n***a, but so what's up?
Pussy will cost you for what you tradin' up
I'm a big dog, I just look like a pup
I said to Atlanta
At livings, they put up like they camera
They love 'em
How could you grab 'em?
Like I'm from the bammer
I might sit down, lil Canler
I did straight propaganda
I'm in the mountain
Stackin' this cheddar with cheddar
I'm countin' my needin', my counter
I got the photos gon' legal, mistounded
How could I not be successful around it?
I started it, telly, I'm goin' to Grammy, yeah
Put that on memmy, I'm gon' feed the family
I'm goin' AP, you goin' chimpanzee
I got the hit like I play for Miami
I made Calabasas, we out of the palace
We say I'm a star, man, I might as well play for Dallas
I'm 'boutta grill like how you sell it
We can agree that I'm greater than average
We livin' lavish
Get to the cabbage
They tryin' mallets 'cause we gettin' baskets
I'mma be ducked 'til we go to the casket
I'm runnin' my city, I know we can't stand it
[Chorus: Quan & Jitt & (Jitt)]
My city, my city (my city, my city)
My city, my city (my city, my city)
My city, my city (my city, my city)
My city, my city
My city, my city
My city, my city
My city, my city
My city, my city