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VI Seconds

"My City"

[Intro]
I'm a product of my-
I'm a product of my city
I'm a product of my-
I'm a product of my city
Red
New York
Clean
Look, look

[Verse 1]
From a city were police are supposed to protect you, but alas they harass and f*cking arrest you
Where anyone will test you
I'm saying this in context anybody will catch you for a conquest
Content with this content along with being fly as sh*t
Uh, I'm a product of this environment
Where everything is a contest
You schooling and lacking in swag, sorry to say but you macking in back of the class
Where n*ggas will ask you for the time, not really to know
But to catch that jook's ass soon as you take out your phone
Dumb n*ggas with daddy problems and raps, who learned to click boom before they learned math
Uh, what can I say, it's a war zone and a learning tool, the root to my life and why I'm not a f*cking fool
Birthplace of raw, the place where I've grown, through cuts and bruises, the place I call...home

[Chorus]
I'm a product of my (home)
I'm a product of my (zone)
I'm a product of my (crib)
I'm a product of my city
I'm a product of my (home)
I'm a product of my (zone)
I'm a product of my (crib)
I'm a product of my city

[Post-Chorus]
Where the sun don’t shine sometimes
It’s so gritty yet so so pretty
So so gritty yet so so pretty
So so gritty
So so-
I’m a product of my-

[Verse 2]
Brooklyn, New York, the home of B-I-G, I see guys be like they fly as me, they lie
East Side hip-hop relies on me, cause it realized it's crawling and fallen behind
That's what the Coast is, all the raws getting noticed, for blowing like groping explosives, hence why we're boasting
Airways toasted, sipping to the success, so every single day my city's gon' be toasting
Know this, open your phone and put this on notice
Cause I'm a bitter breed from Brooklyn and I hold my coast b*tch
Sick motives, on track like locomotives, so if you get hit at one of my stops that sh*t's a bonus
Skin thicker than a totem pole is, unlike y'all cause you mad your girl's sucking on my cahonas
Like oh sh*t, they're ain't a n*gga that can stop my motions
I'm just tryna be Frank, I ain't talking Ocean

[Chorus]
I'm a product of my (home)
I'm a product of my (zone)
I'm a product of my (crib)
I'm a product of my city
I'm a product of my (home)
I'm a product of my (zone)
I'm a product of my (crib)
I'm a product of my city

[Post-Chorus]
Where the sun don’t shine sometimes
It’s so gritty yet so so pretty
So so gritty yet so so pretty
So so gritty
So so-
I’m a product of my-

[Verse 3]
N-Y-C, I bes that n*gga
Presidential faces are my only favorite figures
Out to get my wallet as fat as an opera singer, with the illest delivery you spitters on pickup
See, I want to go from the hometown zero, and flip my f*cking title to the hometown hero
Uh, sharing the wealth like I'm handing out De Niro
All the while turning your spot to ground zero
Uh, knicking your faces and catching y'all in the net
Dragging you to the BX and watching y'all n*ggas sweat
I rep a spot where you're respected for not backing down
That's the reason n*ggas give me a dap when I'm back in town
See I'm a Brooklyn n*gga, I may take some getting used to
Cause my mentality is something you ain't used to
You can rep your hood, but it really can't f*ck with me
I'm from New York, I walk everywhere comfortably

[Chorus]
I'm a product of my (home)
I'm a product of my (zone)
I'm a product of my (crib)
I'm a product of my city
I'm a product of my (home)
I'm a product of my (zone)
I'm a product of my (crib)
I'm a product of my city

[Post-Chorus]
Where the sun don’t shine sometimes
It’s so gritty yet so so pretty
So so gritty yet so so pretty
So so gritty
So so-
I’m a product of my-

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