Chorus: Tobi 
Singing these Manchester City Blues 
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true, hmm 
Monetize my pain and my hurt 
Commodify my frame, do your work 
I modify my name, just the first 
To fit in this lil' game, yeah 

Verse 1: Tobi 
It's hard chilling with niggas who only talk about bitches and never 'bout business 
Misogynistic 'til they sisters get involved 
Then it's vengeance in the name of feminism, of course 
Bragging 'bout who they piped down in high school, fool, what about right now? 
Ooh, you wanna fight, clown? 
Want me to put the mic down and leave me Mike Brown 
Light brown soaked in the concrete, just beyond God's reach 
So tell me what's next? 
Boys in blue paint the town red from all the bloodshed 
Still interrogating myself 
Tell me, how do crocodile tears fall from dry wells? 
You can't confuse fedora boy for a suspect 
The pen was the murder weapon 
The muse, The Weeping Woman 
Still tryna paint Picasso circa 1937, it's true 
I'm just paying my dues and my dudes 
You out preeing my moves 
I'm focused on my own two 

Chorus: Tobi 
And keep singing these Manchester City Blues 
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true (Hey) 
Monetize my pain and my hurt 
Commodify my frame, do your work 
I modify my name, just the first 
To fit in this lil' game 

Verse 2: The Game 
You wanna know why I'm happy? I'm still alive, nigga 
'Bout four, five times, I should've died, nigga 
You see the pain when you look into my eyes 
Made it to thirty-nine, I guess my grandmama lied 
She said I'd never make it to see twenty-one 
My brother didn't, listen, this is where the Henny come 
Seventeen, he was everything I wanted to be 
I watched the devil take his life right in front of me 
I feel strong, but I'm breaking down underneath 
In Compton, you ain't gotta be the Klan to lay up under sheets 
A dead body, that's somethin' to see 
How I end up by myself after travelin' the world a hundred deep? 
I watched Bobby get shot in his face 
I seen Lil Kurt intestines fall straight out his waist 
These eyes, these skies 
Where the fuck do niggas go when we die? 

Verse 3: The Game
Walking through the grocery store the other day
I ran into Taneisha, she was happy to see my face
Let me tell you 'bout faith
We was sixteen, tenth grade, murder was the case
She was datin' Chico, we was at my grandmama place
It was me, Taneisha, Chico, Dan, and lil' Trey
We was drinkin', smokin', I fell asleep
I woke up 'cause I heard Taneisha screamin', so I peeped
In the bathroom door, Chico was just watchin' her
While Dan and lil' Trey was climbin' on top of her
So I went and grabbed my pop's gun
And this the part of the story where you grow some nuts if you ain't got none
I cocked that bitch, then I popped one
Everybody froze, then the nigga Trey dropped, son
I shot my own homie in the grapes, I just couldn't let T get raped

Outro: Tobi
Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true