Yo Gotti – My City ft. K. Michelle Lyrics

(Intro – Yo Gotti)
The teacher asked me what I wanted to be
I stood in front of the whole class and I told her I wanted to be a gangsta

(Chorus – K. Michelle & Yo Gotti)
Every day somebody’s killed in these streets
Whether innocent or guilty
It’s my city ni**a
And you don’t have to travel to another world
Cause there’s a war zone in my city
It’s a war zone out here
Oh Memphis, oh Tennessee
No other place will be home for me ever
All the people, all the struggle
In a world full of fakes my city make me a real hustler
True hustler

(Verse 1 – Yo Gotti)
First three six break up, and every day I wake up
A ni**a got a problem with me
I got a hundred clips, a hundred guns, a hood full of killers
And I dare something to happen to me
See my city, it’s a different state, there’s no other
We used to have to make it through the…the summer
And everybody mob somthing, everybody rob something
Everybody scrap and everybody shot somethin’
Young ni**as like ice
Killing like they got lice
Life used to be priceless now it’s worthless
Ni**as gone on missions ain’t even worth it
Lil homie chill-chill, Lil homie chill-chill
Lil homie don’t respect the big homies no more
And choppers, no more handguns no more
Four deep, four hundred shots, everybody under 16
I remember I was getting’ bricks for the 16 the city changed ni**a

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Yo Gotti)
You know it’s rules and regulations when you king of the city
And ni**as coming for the throne, some ni**as don’t make it home
Ain’t talking that rap sh*t, I’m talking real beef
Where big homies can get wet and ni**as can’t get sleep
Put a 10 on a ni**a, f**k that put a 50, make his friend do the ni**a
This Memphis, Ten, ni**a
Home of the poverty, home of the robberies
We going through some real sh*t like ni**a don’t you bother me
It’s going down in the DM
Nah ni**a it’s going down when I see him
Biggest record of my career, I’m becoming a star
And I’m shooting an AR at the cops
Just look at your favorite rapper
Just be patient, he gon f**k up, he a Memphis ni**a
Maybe I will, maybe I won’t
Money don’t change that, fame can’t change that
I’ve done s**t to ni**as in the streets I can’t take back
So every second of my life I got a gun and I hate that
But this Memphis, if you get caught without you gon regret that
F**k it

(Repeat Chorus)