[Intro]
Right here?

[Verse 1]
I took my backpack off
These motherfuckers really thought that I was soft
Threw a hook and I knocked out the first one
Now they screaming, "Oh shit, here Murs come"
Should've known I been the realest since nine-five
All these perpetrators out here duplicating my vibe
Conscious hood shit, I swear I was the first one
All up in these underground shows with my first gun
Listening to Wu-Tang, tryna slang a new strain
Homies from the block trippin' off that red and blue thing
Couldn't hang with the street life
'Specially when them judges handing out three strikes
Started slanging them tapes, y'all
Independent like T La and 8 Ball
A Westside n***a slangin' that blue tape
Y'all n***as know where I'm from, tell me who's fake?

[Chorus]
Midcity, Midcity, Midcity, what?
Any city, any hood, I'ma give it up
In my Chucks and some new Dickies
My only regret, I didn't bring the crew with me
I'm on my triple OG shit
Everybody know me, bitch
I drop bombs, keep the streets lit
Y'all n***as fuckin' with the weak shit
Midcity, Midcity, Midcity, what?
Any city, any hood, I'ma give it up
In my Chucks and some new Dickies
My only regret, I didn't bring the crew with me
[Verse 2]
Took my backpack off
These motherfuckers really think that I'm soft
Ain't nothing soft about a marriage and a mortgage
Caught up in this course while you dealing with divorces
Forcing me into my grind mode
Did a lot of favors, now I take whatever I'm owed
The old heads say I'm reppin for the old school
The youth, them call me big bro, it's so cool
Been walking that line between two worlds
When all I wanted is to be home with you, girl
If you only knew the love I had
You'd wonder how you found the time to stay so fucking mad
It's the luck I had, and the love I made
I'm so fucking glad, it could've gone the other way
And if I would've stayed, you never would appreciate me
You and these rap fans always underestimate me
Been here for years, a million dollars deep
Lost a lot of friends, lost a lot of sleep

[Chorus]
I'm on my triple OG shit
Everybody know me, bitch
I drop bombs keep the streets lit
Y'all n***as fucking with the weak shit
Midcity, Midcity, Midcity, what?
Any city, any hood, I'ma give it up
In my Chucks and some new Dickies
My only regret, I didn't bring the crew with me
[Outro]
Now there ain't a lot of triple OG's
Maybe not you, and probably not me
But where I'm from, that's the confidence you gotta have
Or you might just end up in a bodybag
Or in jail, in a cell, no bail waitin'
Or livin' with your mama, playin' on that PlayStation
Either way you're just wasting away
And real OG's ain't got time to play