JackBoy – In My City (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

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Jackboy In My City

Jackboy is really coming into his own as an artist. He’s often looked at as Kodak Black’s right-hand man, though these days, he’s tasked with holding down the Sniper Gang movement on his own while Yak is locked up. He’s continued to provide a serious amount of music this year including his excellent self-titled debut.

As he continues to push new singles out, he returned this week with his latest, “In My City.” Taking it back to the streets of Broward County, Jackboy paints a bleak reality of Broward County. The bluesy guitar riffs match the pain in his voice while he speaks on the paranoia and anxiety growing up in an area where death or jail is common. “Boy you gotta keep a gun cause this shit get hella scary/ My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery/ This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary,” Jackboy raps on the hook. Of course, Jackboy does make a concerted effort to take a swipe at both 6ix9ine and Akademiks during the second verse.

JackBoy – In My City (prod. James Maddocks & Felipe S)

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Lyrics

[Chorus – Jackboy]
Boy you gotta keep a gun cause this shit get hella scary
My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery
This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary
Every nigga in my city fuckin’ legendary
Every nigga in my city tote a choppa
Boot up on them jiggas we’on know nothing bout acting proper
Can’t trust none of you rappers my lil niggas gone wanna rob ya
Can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya

[Verse 1 – Jackboy]
My lil nigga steppin he gone step on you in Prada
Bag on yo head my lil niggas try to make that dollar
Bag on yo head gone push yo shit back like a barber
The rules in the street we will bring it to ya mama
Ain’t no rules when it’s beef we bombing shit up like Osama
I ain’t worried about you I got more shooters than Obama
I ain’t worried about you bitch you run up you a goner
Ain’t playin no games my niggas gone burn ya
Ain’t shooting in the air my niggas don’t warn ya
Play with one of mines then I’ma come for ya
See you with it and they try to destroy ya
Play no games with the tool can’t let them toy ya
Just cause that’s yo nigga don’t mean he for ya
You never know he might do it to ya
You never know can’t let him fool ya
Fore you cross me I’m a send shots through ya
I’ma do ya like I never knew ya

[Chorus – Jackboy]
Boy you gotta keep a gun cause this shit get hella scary
My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery
This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary
Every nigga in my city fuckin’ legendary
Every nigga in my city tote a choppa
Boot up on them jiggas we’on know nothing bout acting proper
Can’t trust none of you rappers my lil niggas gone wanna rob ya
Can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya

[Verse 2 – Jackboy]
Can’t be messing with some of you niggas that’s from where I’m from
How the fuck you niggas steppin’ and you never shot ya gun
Ain’t got no vest up on ya chest don’t run up on me
And if you got one bring another one for ya potna nem
I’m tryna spin on one of you weird niggas till all your friends are dead
These niggas acting like they real niggas but they working for the feds
These niggas snitching just like 6ix9ine giving info out like Akademiks
How the fuck a street nigga the main witness
How the fuck a street nigga doing police business
I done seen a street nigga do police work
Micheal & David Lane on paperwork
The ones you ain’t expecting that’s gone be the ones that crack first
When the pressure come I’m a blast first
Steady chasing hoes you gone lack first
She a witness too might tag her
Cause they catch me if they catch her

[Chorus – Jackboy]
Boy you gotta keep a gun cause this shit get hella scary
My dog just got up outta jail now he in a cemetery
This real rap no cap this ain’t my imaginary
Every nigga in my city fuckin legendary
Every nigga in my city tote a choppa
Boot up on them jiggas we’on know nothing bout acting proper
Can’t trust none of you rappers my lil niggas gone wanna rob ya
Can’t get on my block ain’t cutting no check then we gone starve ya

[Fade Out]