Singing these Manchester City blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true

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 niggas who only
Talk about bitches 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 when high school fool
What about right now?
Ouu 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

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, nigga
'Bout four, five times, I should've died, nigga
You see the pain when you look into my eyes
Made it to 39, I guess my grandmama lied
She said I'd never make it to see 21
My brother didn't, listen, this is where the Henny come
17, 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 fuck do niggas 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 fate
We was 16, 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 bitch, then I popped one
Everybody froze, then the nigga 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