This is a song about "Ima stay in my city"

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

If the day comes that u say its over ima be sitting in my down in the rain,

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

My city cold so you hear guns shoot when ima alone,

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

My city my committee, bitch eat where the dirt stay

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

My weeds first in possession, and ima rip a beat like excision,

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Good city kendrick maad city is where my mind is resting,

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring