In my City

I’m feeling hollow, Don’t get hit with my hollows, You Might not make it to Halloween, Tripping and tricking fuck a lame, Who’s tripping creeping and crawling, Caught you lacking now your slipping, Real boogie man dressed as a civilian, Don’t get twisted, We come out at dark to play, Low and lurking , Hidden in the shadows, Looking to bleed you, I’ll take your riches and your hoe too, Turn around bitch I’m trying to fold you, Who you fooling now the homie hitting it too, Sketchy and scandalous it gets in my city, In the 818’ You know how we do it,