In "My City," Benny the Butcher and his collaborators stake a claim to local dominance through hustle and loyalty rather than flash. The verses trace supply lines from Sinaloa to Minnesota and Arizona, grounding authority in real transactions and family ties like a brother’s co-sign and care for the bloodline. The repeated idea that there are not many problems because they run their city turns power into quiet responsibility, not spectacle. The closing insistence that they will shine without diamonds makes clear that respect comes from control and survival, not ornament.
My City Lyrics by Benny the Butcher
(Feat. Duckman, Black Soprano Family, Fuego Base)
Violation
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Big BFF
These niggas know who run this shit
Man
These Are The Real Zebronnas
One, two three, four
All he do is get to the paper
I never wanted fame
The real big dawg where
I’m from, they know who run the game
All you do is focus on me like he a fuckin’ lame
Work came from Sinaloa, pills go to Minnesota
Bowls came from California
Fetty came from Arizona
50 and that old school, my cousin
Tried to buy it from me
Feds can’t find the
Money, hustle know your time is coming
Burner in that living room, we don’t even use the oven
I just need that blender
Swear that
Microwave ain’t doing nothing
Leek said he
Never sold crystal
I sold a mountain oven
Never running off on the plug, ’cause I love counting hundreds
Before I had a route, my brother gave me a co-sign
Before you try and cross me, you better off doing
Coke lines
Mom doing good
I’m taking care of the bloodline
Ain’t too many problems in my city
I run mine
OZ 4 11
I tell them
Niggas it’s lunchtime
Real life rap, some
People call it a punchline
I don’t need diamonds without them you know
I’m gon’ shine
Ain’t too many problems in my city
I run mine
