Mack Maine, Talib Kweli, Royce da 5'9" - In My City lyrics

People die in, ride by in
People cry in, everyday
In my city, my city, in my city
People die in, ride by in
People cry in, everyday
In my city, my city, in my city

They hustle, they grind and they chussle
They struggle, they fight
They muscle they way to the top
No sobbin, no crying
They put they fire in the poest
And flowin they rhymin
They writing, they focused
They know that they glowing, they shining
Sub doping, they open, they loaking
They smokin they dranking
They hope to be sanging the ball
And that’s all that you think?
They ripin off your chain
They trippin and creepin they banging
They throwing up flames
Dippin, they flippin, they slangin
They claimin blocks that they don’t
Own and die for em
They taking shots enduring pain so
We writing for em to make em stop for a
Second cause everyone hurt
If I can give them a record
I’d give them one verse
I try to inspire, they survivin, not living
You can’t make a prediction
The future’s not written
Although I’m not a physician I
Try to stop and listen
It’s like we got a condition

I’m from the city where
The babies killin babies
And the babies havin babies
Ain’t no ifs, ands and maybes
All the pastors is crazy
The baby mama’s lazy
The congregation seem like they
Suffering from constipation
And since female seem like they
On a slow shit niggas from my hood holler
We ain’t bout that ho shit
Soon as the beef jump off
Mix with they Glock up
Then ride around rock windows and hoops
And tear your block off
It’s where the youngest practice prostitution
And where niggas don’t give a
Fuck about the constitution
They say abe lincoln freed the slaves
But honestly homie we still slaves
And we don’t behave
Ever since katrina, my niggas ain’t got sense
And they ain’t got funs
But they all got guns
What’s up America get back in the hood
You motherfuckers put crack in the hood
That’s why

For you to call me a street
Nigga it’s just an accusation
You’re probably calculating
The fact I be with them workers
Without the application
Making money in the city I’m from
From grinding
Until they get us tired it’s after racism
Our actions is affirmative
Come get the affirmation
With our minds we can move
Mountains like the appalachians
Victims, of circumstance not
Stopping until the
Whole block flooded like urkle pants
Niggas will creep up to squeeze
On you with the violence
Everyday in they life like mileage
So they go out in the
Streets smart despite college
The wrong mind frame with the right wallet
You are listening to the heart of the city
I’m part of the greediest place you can visit
Niggas even fill the may up, spray up
Then go somewhere way up till the way up
A bunch of slum dog millionaires, yeah yeah