My City’s Not Safe

I know my city's not safe So I'm cutting through With the bally on, like I'm WeWantWraiths It's like my lifestyle's Wilder than Deontay It's way deeper than a song and what you see on tape I'm in a hypo with a hammer and some stick-on plates If I was normal then I would've took my chick on dates I've been putting food, shit- I mean bricks on plates And I got every type of Louis for my Beyonce Ask around man it's frying like eggs in pans I've been in the crown court, that's heads in hands And when you're tryna make it out They just kill you quicker I've got more fans in a crop then I got on Twitter You're really living what you're rapping? Bro I beg to differ I got 2 white girls that I get to scissor And that's probably why they hate me like my ex's sister How you always on the socials but don't get the picture? I'm in the East of the city, known in all the boroughs Young gs heard about me from their older brothers Back when me and them was cool before they blew their covers Before we shaved his melon Before we smoked his cousin They can't chat about the mandem, we're over-governed 36 or nothing there ain't no discussions I got a Polish ting, I let her hold the Russian I put her on my private story, all my hoes was cussing I know the city's not safe So I'm cutting through With the bally on and some LV shades In the station I'm just praying for some NFAs I should probably make these bitches sign some NDAs They won't believe you, if you told them about my gentle ways Cah everybody thinks that I'm a mental case How I'm from the mud but I got expediential taste And everytime I leave my house it's a potential case I put ps down for Muni, put ps down for Ice I put ps down for Mandem I don't even like Do they love me or they hate me? I could never decide But I ain't really thinking about it I've got odds to defy We've been texting for hours, I'm getting lost in replies At the O2 in the box, when it was boxes a shine He knows last time he saw me, he got boxed in his eye Don't know how he's chatting for me, is he lost in his mind? I know my city's not safe So I'm cutting through With the bally on, like i'm WeWantWraiths It's like my lifestyle's Wilder than Deontay It's way deeper than a song and what you see on tape I'm in a hypo with a hammer and some stick-on plates If I was normal then I would've took my chick on dates I've been putting food, shit- I mean bricks on plates And I got every colour Louis for my Beyonce