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Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true hmm
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame do your work
I modify my name just the first
To fit in this lil' game yeah
It's hard chilling with n***as who only talk about b***hes and never 'bout business
Misogynistic 'til they sisters get involved
Then it's vengeance in the name of feminism of course
Bragging 'bout who they piped down in high school fool what about right now
Ooh you wanna fight clown
Want me to put the mic down and leave me Mike Brown
Light brown soaked in the concrete just beyond God's reach
So tell me what's next
Boys in blue paint the town red from all the bloodshed
Still interrogating myself
Tell me how do crocodile tears fall from dry wells
You can't confuse fedora boy for a suspect
The pen was the murder weapon
The muse The Weeping Woman
Still tryna paint Picasso circa 1937 it's true
I'm just paying my dues and my dudes
You out preeing my moves
I'm focused on my own two
And keep singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true
Hey
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame do your work
I modify my name just the first
To fit in this lil' game
You wanna know why I'm happy I'm still alive n***a
'Bout four five times I should've died n***a
You see the pain when you look into my eyes
Made it to thirty-nine I guess my grandmama lied
She said I'd never make it to see twenty-one
My brother didn't listen this is where the Henny come
Seventeen he was everything I wanted to be
I watched the devil take his life right in front of me
I feel strong but I'm breaking down underneath
In Compton you ain't gotta be the Klan to lay up under sheets
A dead body that's somethin' to see
How I end up by myself after travelin' the world a hundred deep
I watched Bobby get shot in his face
I seen Lil Kurt intestines fall straight out his waist
These eyes these skies
Where the f**k do n***as go when we die
Walking through the grocery store the other day
I ran into Taneisha she was happy to see my face
Let me tell you 'bout faith
We was sixteen tenth grade murder was the case
She was datin' Chico we was at my grandmama place
It was me Taneisha Chico Dan and lil' Trey
We was drinkin' smokin' I fell asleep
I woke up 'cause I heard Taneisha screamin' so I peeped
In the bathroom door Chico was just watchin' her
While Dan and lil' Trey was climbin' on top of her
So I went and grabbed my pop's gun
And this the part of the story where you grow some nuts if you ain't got none
I cocked that b***h then I popped one
Everybody froze then the n***a Trey dropped son
I shot my own homie in the grapes I just couldn't let T get raped
Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor it's true
