City That Made Me by Young OG Lyrics
Independent artist "Young Og" presents his new single, representing Dallas on a whole other level
[Hook: x2]
Aye, Riden' round the city wit the whole thing, I'm just tryna' make it home
Incase you ever wonder where I come from, I just want to let you know
Aye, Triple D, Triple D, Triple D Texas, that's the city that made me
Nawf Dallas, Nawf Dallas, Nawf Dallas Texas, that's the side that raised me
[Verse 1]
Aye' Nawf Dallas Texas my section, the shit that y'all done we done did
But we don't do no flexin'
My potna' got caught up, its back across the border
Cooking cocaine but we hate the aroma
I told ya' this shit can get kosher, look watch for them vultures
They lurking' they right around the corner
That wicked Webb Chapel
You better find you a chapel and pray cus they like to shoot first and then ask questions after
(Yuhhh' they like to shoot first and ask questions after)
Damn, who the fuck was servin' up the fiends
With a dollar and a dream, that was me
I was all about the cream, you can ask the OGs
But most of them doing hard time, nigga!
Why you think I'm on my grind, nigga!?
I ain't ever hated on another man, homie do what you do
I'm just waiting for my time, nigga!
I'm tryna' do it like Mr. Shakur, Christopher Wallace Shit
Ain't no one stopping this
Haters they saying that I'm just an optimist
Think I'ma fail but I'm thinking the opposite
Never let a broke nigga get to me, I've beat the odds now way too many times
Surpassing these niggas Young Og a Don
Its thanks to my city? Fuck that its thanks to my side!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
Aye, Everybody wants to be the nigga in my city, all these niggas rappin' All these bitches strippers
Everybody wants riches, but nobody doing shit different
I just pray that when my time comes I'm ready and I'm willing
Cus I'm feelin' like my city ain't the place that I should be at
They love you and they hate you
They can make you, they can break you
Ain't no telling but its hard to get support cus they feel it could be them in your position, and they really do believe that
But they don't see the sacrifices made
They ain't see the blood sweat and tears
They ain't took the risk
They don't really know shit
Long nights tryna get it, hoping that they ain't in vain!
Aye! tell me what you want nigga!?
You dealing with the boss, Nigga!
Crucify me on the cross, just to see if I'm a God or a human; guess I leave em' all in awe nigga!
Aye, shoutout my kinfolks they off of Audelia
When droughts hit the block they would front us some skrilla
And we did the same
Riden' through forest and back to the Chapel
Then back to the trap where my OG would put me on game
Taught me how to cook the, aye..
Taught me how to make a play
Then gave me the keys to the rental I had to deliver that, aye!
Hook x2
[Hook: x2]
Aye, Riden' round the city wit the whole thing, I'm just tryna' make it home
Incase you ever wonder where I come from, I just want to let you know
Aye, Triple D, Triple D, Triple D Texas, that's the city that made me
Nawf Dallas, Nawf Dallas, Nawf Dallas Texas, that's the side that raised me
[Verse 1]
Aye' Nawf Dallas Texas my section, the shit that y'all done we done did
But we don't do no flexin'
My potna' got caught up, its back across the border
Cooking cocaine but we hate the aroma
I told ya' this shit can get kosher, look watch for them vultures
They lurking' they right around the corner
That wicked Webb Chapel
You better find you a chapel and pray cus they like to shoot first and then ask questions after
(Yuhhh' they like to shoot first and ask questions after)
Damn, who the fuck was servin' up the fiends
With a dollar and a dream, that was me
I was all about the cream, you can ask the OGs
But most of them doing hard time, nigga!
Why you think I'm on my grind, nigga!?
I ain't ever hated on another man, homie do what you do
I'm just waiting for my time, nigga!
I'm tryna' do it like Mr. Shakur, Christopher Wallace Shit
Ain't no one stopping this
Haters they saying that I'm just an optimist
Think I'ma fail but I'm thinking the opposite
Never let a broke nigga get to me, I've beat the odds now way too many times
Surpassing these niggas Young Og a Don
Its thanks to my city? Fuck that its thanks to my side!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
Aye, Everybody wants to be the nigga in my city, all these niggas rappin' All these bitches strippers
Everybody wants riches, but nobody doing shit different
I just pray that when my time comes I'm ready and I'm willing
Cus I'm feelin' like my city ain't the place that I should be at
They love you and they hate you
They can make you, they can break you
Ain't no telling but its hard to get support cus they feel it could be them in your position, and they really do believe that
But they don't see the sacrifices made
They ain't see the blood sweat and tears
They ain't took the risk
They don't really know shit
Long nights tryna get it, hoping that they ain't in vain!
Aye! tell me what you want nigga!?
You dealing with the boss, Nigga!
Crucify me on the cross, just to see if I'm a God or a human; guess I leave em' all in awe nigga!
Aye, shoutout my kinfolks they off of Audelia
When droughts hit the block they would front us some skrilla
And we did the same
Riden' through forest and back to the Chapel
Then back to the trap where my OG would put me on game
Taught me how to cook the, aye..
Taught me how to make a play
Then gave me the keys to the rental I had to deliver that, aye!
Hook x2