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Clout in the air, no such thing like love over here Doubted myself for the longest time, now the vision clear If you ain't throwing money up, then they'll never be down Don't let them know that you a king cause they'll fuck up your crown Niggas ain't different, we see a shawty then we gone snake her And we don't care who her boyfriend is, we finna take her To the club to flex on niggas that we barely know Just to hear "yo we been with that ho 3 months ago" The algorithm of where I reside Niggas get dribbled and played, women got too much pride Some niggas do em the same, some commit suicide I'm just showing you where I'm from girl, no word of a lie So let me warn you I've grown accustomed to the city I was born to The packaging I show you might say "bae" That's just an illusion for me to have my way Smash and dash, leaving you dry at the end of the day because I'm just another Product of the city Product of the city Product of the city Yeah yeah A product of the city A product of the city I'm in I'm exactly what the city made me, I am Scared my sneaky links gone hit you up on the gram I am Scared to call you baby I'm too scared to claim you as my lady Cause you are A product of the city You just a product of the city Product of the city Product of the city yeah Yeah Product of the city Product of the city Product of the city I'm from Easy London Yeah, the Land Of The Hoes Where bitches change the love of they life more than their clothes I ain't going for nothing but I'll tell you how far it goes I been on this road with too many hoes to fall for a joke I ain't saving shit (bish) After all the niggas that came and went? Mileage too high and you're damaged, can't even trade you in I pass that shit to my niggas, shit, you can play with them And once you turn down that road you'll never get saved again You just, you just a product of the city You been through so much, you don't even know that you're pretty Didn't think the shit that you do would fuck up your image Now you got your name in the mud and got these hoes in their feelings But you still A product of the city Product of the city Product of the city Yeah yeah A product of the city A product of the city I'm in I'm exactly what the city made me, I am Scared my sneaky links gone hit you up on the gram I am Scared to call you baby I'm too scared to claim you as my lady Cause you are A product of the city I'm exactly what the city made me, I am Scared my sneaky links gone hit you up on the gram I am Scared to call you baby I'm too scared to claim you as my lady Cause you are A product of the city
Writer(s): Jeandré Passmore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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