My City (The Art of Hustle)

[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 nigga)

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 nigga got a problem with me

I got a hundred clips, a hundred guns, a hood full of killers

And I dare something could happen to me

See my city at a different state, its no honor

We used to have to make it through the year now it's the summer

And everybody mob somthin’, everybody rob somethin’

Everybody scrap and everybody shot somethin’

Young niggas like ISIS

Killin’ like they got a license

Life used to be priceless now it’s worthless

Niggas gone on missions ain’t even worth it

Homie chill (chill)

Lil homie chill (chill)

Lil homie don’t respect the big homies no more

Drakos 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 nigga

[Chorus: K. Michelle]

Every day somebody’s killed in these streets

Whether innocent or guilty

And you don’t have to travel to another world

Cause there’s a war zone in my city

Oh Memphis, oh Tennessee

No other place will be home for me

All the people, all the struggle

In a world full of fakes my city make me a real hustler

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

You know it’s rules and regulations when you king of the city

And niggas comin’ for the throne, some niggas don’t make it home

Ain’t talkin’ that rap shit, I’m speaking about real beef

Where big homies can get wet and niggas can’t get sleep

Put a 10 on a nigga, fuck that put a 50

Make his friend do the nigga, this Memphis, Ten, nigga

Home of the poverty, home of the robberies

I be goin’ through some real shit like nigga don’t you bother me

It’s goin’ down in the DM

Nah nigga it’s goin’ down when I see him

Biggest record of my career, I’m becomin’ a star

And I’m shootin’ an AR out the car

Just look at your favorite rapper

Just be patient, he gon’ fuck up, he a Memphis nigga

Maybe I will, maybe I won’t, thuggin’ in a nigga

Money don’t change that, fame can’t change that

I’ve done shit to niggas 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

So fuck it

[Chorus: K. Michelle]

Every day somebody’s killed in these streets

Whether innocent or guilty

And you don’t have to travel to a foreign land

Cause there’s a war zone in my city

Oh Memphis, oh Tennessee

No other place will be home for me

All the people, all the struggle

In a world full of fakes my city make me a real hustler