Lyrics:
stayin' in Chicago, I had my own apartment
I be doin' like just beats for local acts just to try to keep the lights on
And then to go out and buy, get
look easy like 1-2-3
But we gon' get rich off them ABC's
I could care less 'bout the B.E.T
My nanny still lit off them E.B.T
She sing on this dick like
homie be scoring with ease
Ain’t talkin hoopin I’m scoring PTs
Pour up a Jordan 6 line of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet
of time
Carry loads just like a cargo
You did me cold just like Chicago
Either you with it or you not, oh
The clock is ticking like 5-4-3-2-1
Times up
Tell
1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
Pt 1
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, yo
It goes on and on and on
All around the clock
2-4-7 like
TRU SHIT
Production By Solo Beats
Comin Down Smokin Green/Makin My Cream Servin Fiends/Sippin On Lean Then Pop A Bean 2 Project PT Ghetty
a method to heal the hurting
Once dismissed by the mic surgeon
And twice was bitten by the kitten who remains uncertain
Remains a virgin
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
cops on my chop, but I just sell music
These niggas don't have heart to fight, they'd rather let twelve do it
I'd rather be judged by twelve than
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
down
This is what I see at the playground, ya' know
Aww yeah, another ABC smash gonna make ya mad
Uh, come on, come on everybody
And guess who's up
told me weigh it up and bust it down
Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve (Jerz)
Tray 1 got PT's and sold that reserved
I'm a hot boy,
Keepers Baby
Out Here PT.1 & 2
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
words
Just leaving one in his brain
Do my 1 and 2
Stay on my p's and q's
Dont fuck with the abc's
Nigga who the fuck are you
Do my 1 and 2
Stay on my
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
"Resurrection"
Yeah I'ma get this one off for 87th Street
South Side of Chicago, Chicago everywhere
Check it
It's like come on, y'all, get live, get
work out
Pt bands
No personal trainer
Got firm hits
Like a punching bag
By the seaside
Bench press weight
4 da dough let it blow
Like I've pushed
right
It was a long night
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A couple days past
Caught flights back to Chicago
Completely swallowed by sorrow I had to change the tempo
I couldn't take it no more
Tired
problem
This shit sounds like commitment
This coming like Heaven Pt 2
Baby girl come and fuck with the crew
I'm an issue a problem
I'm the mammoth in
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
where a new idea or an
old one in new form, is accepted by a minority,
while the majority is shouting treason,
rubbish, cook, communist, anarchist,
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