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Man In The City Lyrics


Ygtut Man In The City




[Chorus]
Everybody wanna be the man in the city
I could give a f..ck, where the bucks, do you feel me
I just switched the clutch, pullin' up in your city
I got prime cuts in my guts gettin' filthy
Everybody wanna be the man in the city
I could give a f..ck, where the bucks, do you feel me
I just switched the clutch, pullin' up in your city
I got prime cuts in my gut, I mean really

[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna be the man on the block
Everybody wanna be the man at the top
Everybody wanna be the man with the Glock
Till the man with the Glock [?]
I got nightmares, if I fail, if I flop
Might just load a shell in the head, make it pop
I said f..ck it, I just took a chance, why not?
And I'm tryna get the game just like the dreads, on lock
Tryna stay away from all the feds, do you feel me
Got a couple folks sellin' dope in the city
They just tryna pay child support, do you feel me
Let me put some gold on the rope 'fore they kill me
Stay on a money making mission like I'm Money Making Mitch
Bitches [?] at my show I represent
Everybody wanna be seen but everybody ain't workin'
If you backstage at my show
Stay your ass behind that curtain, nigga

[Chorus]
Everybody wanna be the man in the city
I could give a f..ck, where the bucks, do you feel me
I just switched the clutch, pullin' up in your city
I got prime cuts in my guts gettin' filthy
Everybody wanna be the man in the city
I could give a f..ck, where the bucks, do you feel me
I just switched the clutch, pullin' up in your city
I got prime cuts in my gut, I mean really

[Verse 2]
No more Dairy Queen, we 'round limousines, uh-huh
You could get this cream, you just need a team, uh-huh
All my niggas servin' peas when he hit the scene, uh-huh
Tunnel vision locked, I don't see a thing, uh-huh
Niggas want some crowns, tryna be some kings, uh-huh
Y'all just want some clout, y'all want everything
My nigga got six kids, buy him everything
Compensated by the white dope, peddling
I mean everybody wanna be the man in the city
Gold on your neck, on your wrist and your pinky
Nigga f..ck respect, where the check, do you hear me
When the dogs get hungry, trigger fingers get to itchin'
Niggas worry about the wrong shit, get your own shit
Just remember it ain't yours if the nigga loaned it
Why you ridin' like a scrub? Nigga get your own whip
I can't let y'all hold nothin', nigga make your own flip

[Chorus]
Everybody wanna be the man in the city
I could give a f..ck, where the bucks, do you feel me
I just switched the clutch, pullin' up in your city
I got prime cuts in my guts gettin' filthy
Everybody wanna be the man in the city
I could give a f..ck, where the bucks, do you feel me
I just switched the clutch, pullin' up in your city
I got prime cuts in my gut, I mean really



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