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you heard me? My world ain't worldly, any time could be my time I get high, but still ain't seen Chicago skyline In my prime, stakes is high cause
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias Everybody seen by us Everybody wanna live a life like this Man fuck that, do what's good for
in blue cup, faded in the eyes Got a jay rolled up in the pocket on the side The compartment in the dash man that's where the gun hides Well until I
the whip, walk him down, we ain't doin' no drive-by Glock on my hip, they go, fat, fat, I fucked his bitch, got her callin' me papa Old school drip, no dada
brightened by all the flashing lights I find faith in the makers and folks who had to fight I'm on stage in Chicago I'm bout to grab the mic In the city
(Intro) Boolulululululululambambalay (Verse) The murderer and eviction of white man in Zimbabwe Whites are being slashed and killed almost everyday
out, by the bench now Chillin' on the boat, saw the ice cream truck out Sixteenth, to the boat, then they fly out Man, I thought that I would lose it,
the Liquid and all wack tennents gettin' evicted by the land lord The vocal chords cuttin' like a sword Yo I make you wake up, listen, pay attention, then show
to God Yeah So far, still so far apart, all I want is just to talk I swear to God Chicago man
on The chase to find the Maltese Falcon-you bet- Early thirties gangster movies Set to spellbind population From Chicago to Hong Kong Via Istanbul
East Side, 17th Ave Better keep a G-pass on ya G.I. to Chicago Where the real niggas dead or locked up Teenage pretty friends get knocked up
on wheels, you can tell that I'm so real Cause I come through with the beard You think it's weird But it's all clear by the whole show The AMC, check it out,
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco Filet mignon with my food stamps Car cosigned by my mama Medical card from Obama Background check for
Yeah So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me Y'all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me Yeah Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that's
die) I swear to God I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra Whipin' through Cabo in a Murcielago Dodging paparazzi with the finest dime I met in Chicago
Real shit tho, a lot of these niggas don't even know me man All they know is I'm that lil' short nigga talkin' that East Side Crazy shit, you know
Chicago Spring Alley hang was in full swing When I met you A friend of a friend I knew inside, had to see you again On some déjà vu CTA rides
The early morning rage from Southern California to the Southside of Chicago The feds calling it "Project Python" The target first identified by
bitch, real niggas follow (uh) I got niggas from New York To Chicago Bitch playing but we make him not though (Blow) Putting in work cus i'm back on my
It's hard out here Yeah it's hard out here Life was hard out here In these streets out here Chicago Streets out here Yeah it's hard out here Yeah
a heaven a guy 75, 75, a man was born in 75 Living dirt poor, Chicago Southside His father had left, a hell of a guy Stepping the deadly reflections of life
just needed a laugh, man, ay She gotta accent. She must’ve seen all the stacks, man Fuckin’ your girl while I drive by some campers. You know that she
street skills, Through Chicago just to fuck with kells, Yeah, money by the bail, Mailman nash said ya better cuff ya girl, I can change your life,
man to the right, to the left, all is well And it's one thing I believe in, don't ever leave and retrieve Killers jumping off by the evenings now 97'
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