Lyrics:
yeah
I do this for momma and my granny, yeah, yeah
Imagine their face whеn I bring home that grammy, yeah, yeah
I see what thеy mean by life's not fair,
don't apply none of them to your life
You're looking at a man who has made the simple application of three or four scriptures
And maxed them out to get
it took
Bitch we ain't hating on the book
I am Chicago to the bone
Ion know how Dan Ryan look
Walk by and everybody look
I took shots nobody took
I
Aw hell nah nigga
We ain't doin' no freestyles
Don't even know how to do that shit
Yeah whatevah
Check it out man, check this one out
I been
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
to Chicago
Pain in overdoses
Coming in like a cargo
Leave my body in the lake
Let me drown in all my sorrows
It will soon be over
I'll be gone by tomorrow
If
Telling all my niggas we gone make it one day
Bitch we from Chicago we surrounded by that gunplay
The way they letting sticks off this shit sounding
My flow colder than Chicago
Moving so fast they're like where he go
Giving you that whiplash like vertigo
Left you paralyzed in your lies
Ain't
just came over to put in some work
Pumping that iron running training got me feeling like the man of steel
Eaten watermelon taking my sea moss Oh yeah
to leave by now it's still cold in Chicago
I thought that I'd be better now don't ask me how my night goes
Servin' reminders I'm not the one
I'm hurtin' my
a wordsmith
Windy city Joseph
We took a trip in July
He wrote me poems on a Chicago train
I thought my man was too shy
He wouldn't take our kind of love
be a painter man
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we
children
Fiends lips peeling, s*** seems real and
What's real is the estate of mind that we're in
The situation feels great
My man peels weight, so he
Been to Chicago I'm feeling Rose
I pour lean in my drink mama always say you gotta watch
40 by my side aye nigga ain't playing bout mine
Opposition
Created by white men or any other white man
That pretended he originated
And contended that he innovated a jazz thing
Of course we know who can really blow
a bando (yeah)
Shawty came through 'bout tall as a man, whoa (aw, yeah)
She won't come to you, ask, yes, you can go (hey)
I got hitters on 175th, Chicago
already
Dey can suck my balls, average nigga have no luck at all
But because I be in my 'Lac chillin
They stereotype me, thinkin I'm into crack sellin
Man
past in shotgun blasts and shattered glass
Man on the run
Yo, yo, yo
Chicago's like a video game when your face blows
They wanna send you off
the props on the Eastside spots
Known to hit a five from a mile with a shot
Goofy was Mickey Mouse right hand man
One day smoked a stick, and came up
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
Uh Killa, baby
Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh
Yeah let's speed it up (ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not)
Uh I'm back in (man
tell my mom where I've gone
I can't tell anyone at all you see
My best friend Sam was raped by a man that
We knew 'cause he worked
In the after-school
I believe that this nation
Should commit itself to achieving the goal
Of landing a man on the moon
And returning him safely to the earth
Ten
wanna show you what a GIB, I'd rather be sippin' Remy in VIP,
When you hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga BIG,
Brooklyn
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