Dying In The City - Dough-Boy

Written by：Dough-Boy

Who you think you are

This name is not original you can't go very far

This game is not for you

You're supposed to do a 9 to 5

The bottom line you blinded your eyes with all these kind of lies

Boy I know what I'm doing stop your assuming

I'm just playing the game

Kill all the rumors we just keep it moving

Trying to make a change

You and your little crew

What you trying to prove

None of us original maybe you from China too

Made money on my own surviving in the game without you

I only speak the truth straight out of Kowloon

We from the land of the bootlegs

Men with the toothpicks

Where everything is borrowed no role models

In the melting pot where you don't see the sky

Where everyone around is trying to feed you lies

From the factories working on the daily

On the 11th floor is where I tailor make beats

Dying in the city but that's all we know

Dying in the city got nowhere to go

Dying in the city but that's all we know

Dying in the city got nowhere to go

I give a f**k about award shows

I'm wishing you could take it back

I know my worth beyond a trophy

I'm just stating facts

Shout outs to the movie

I'm just saying my sh*t was whack

Got the worst of the worst verses laid on a track

And those who haven't paid up

Where you trying to go

My debt collectors waiting for you outside of your door

My landlords telling me he's trying to increase the rent

The city is sucking him dry

Every dollar every cent

Producers jacking my style

Where should I go now

While the riots in the street below they shutting it down

In the melting pot where you don't see the sky

Where everyone around is trying to feed you lies

From the factories working on the daily

On the 11th floor is where I tailor make beats

Dying in the city but that's all we know

Dying in the city got nowhere to go

Dying in the city but that's all we know

Dying in the city got nowhere to go