BAK Jay - My Town Lyrics

 "My Town" by Jay paints a vivid picture of a dangerous and gritty neighborhood. The lyrics vividly depict a world of violence, threats, and street life, emphasizing the risks of living in such an environment. The song contrasts this harsh reality with the narrator’s material success and power, reflecting on their life’s duality. Through raw language and intense imagery, Jay explores themes of survival and dominance in a tough setting.

BAK Jay - My Town Lyrics

[Intro]

My town fu*k you up don’t come this way might be s*it outta luck, be s*it outta luck, Oh s*it

[Verse 1]

My town, fu*k you up

Don’t come this way; might be s*it outta luck

You see switches and drakes when we hop out the cut. (Hop out the cut)

I’m with all of the smack; crack his head like a nut

I’m with all of the smack ’cause don’t like where I’m at, ’cause I’m really a ba*tard. (Really a ba*tard)

I make a play, disappear like I’m Casper

I told ’em don’t try me like I am a rapper

He talking ’bout throwing his fists but don’t even know that the car full of blicks

I’ve been playing with sticks since like 16, don’t even care when they shoot ’cause I know they gone miss

We be killing the ops, get ’em dropped for that diss

You be loving that thot, but she gobbling d!ck

I be dropping the top when I ride through the six; got a whole lotta fashion, which option to pick?

Whole lotta racks, I’ve been thumbing and thumbing and thumbing it

If I catch you lacking, believe that I’m bumping it

I’m sipping on wocky and walking the mummy dis

She turn me up; life could feel like a junky

Hoe, is you laced? Must think I’m dumb; you can’t play with my face

Would’ve got smoked; lucky I got a case

My b!tch get to spraying that s*it like some ace

I just get to popping ’em pills for the taste

Call lil twin; he said, “What you tryna do?” S*it, I’m tryna go back to the block, but I know I’m making this money I rap 200, 300, 400 hundred a pop

I told her keep going; she better not stop

I know that I’m blowing; I just got the drop

Pull up in that foreign, just got off the lot. Lil bro got sum for ’em; your head is a dot

[Verse 2]

My town, fu*k you up

Don’t come this way; might be s*it outta luck. (S*it outta luck)

You see switches and drakes when we hop out the cut

I’m with all of the smack; crack his head like a nut

I’m with all of the smack ’cause don’t like where I’m at, ’cause I’m really a ba*tard

I make a play, disappear like I’m Casper

I told ’em don’t try me like I am a rapper. He talking ’bout throwing his fists but don’t even know that the car full of blicks

I’ve been playing with sticks since like 16, don’t even care when they shoot ’cause I know they gone miss

We be killing the ops, get ’em dropped for that diss

You be loving that thot, but she gobbling d!ck

I be dropping the top when I ride through the six; got a whole lotta fashion, which option to pick? (Which option to pick?)

[Outro]

Whole lotta racks, I’ve been thumbing and thumbing and thumbing it

If I catch you lacking, believe that I’m bumping it

I’m sipping on wocky and walking and mummy dis

She turn me up; life could feel like a junky

Hoe, is you laced? Must think I’m dumb; you can’t play with my face

Would’ve got smoked; lucky I got a case

My b!tch get to spraying that s*it like some ace

I just get to popping ’em pills for the taste

(I just get to poppin em pills for the taste hold on, for the taste, hoe is you laced mmm mmm you can’t play with my face alat come on)