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Yeah I'm from the city where they buck and they juke in the parking lot Yeah we tip-toe 'round the block but the neighbors still call the cops Yeah good intention misconstrued, I ain't tryna get locked up Gotta give back to what give you life I'm just tryna build my block up Venus like Otherlands Corner like a fly trap Yeah Midtown motherland Mental marathons I run mind laps The city sing to me Train whistle harmony with it (train whistle blows) Momma found the matches underneath my bed and she like "where the weed boy, where the cigarettes at?" Nuh uh uh uh Momma you don't understand The block lit a fire underneath your little man Yeah see I done grown up on boom bap Kwik Chek, bim bop Zaywop taught me Tennessee could pop Hood rock First stone Skip both, stay home, lay low Say I'm closet like Draco I borrowed shadows That's alone The neighborhood drew me a rainbow I borrowed shadows That's a loan The neighborhood drew me a rainbow Yeah I'm from the city where they buck and they juke in the parking lot Yeah we tip-toe 'round the block but the neighbors still call the cops Yeah good intention misconstrued, I ain't tryna get locked up Gotta give back to what give you life I'm just tryna build my block up
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