Lyrics:
every guy looks like me
That mental quota rollercoaster
Miller Lites on dirty sofas
Settle down before they ghost ya'
Quit it man just do you
Oh, by
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
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
Generations of sorrow, hoping it's gone by tomorrow
Remember foe nem died, had us wishin' that we all go
Trench baby, always makin' reference
Like the 'pollo, I
The holy spirit of Chicago
Married to the game
I should have took the bitch to Cabo
I know, I know like Bill Withers, feel niggas
hits)
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)
Yeah that's right, we're Public Enemy number one in New York
Public Enemy #1 in Chicago
Public Enemy #1 in
Pharcyde
Chicago I'm at Carmines
Cool cat 9 lives
This is the ninth life
So fly like birds, planes, and kites
Yo man I can't decide
If I like mornings better
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
on the beat like I pour me a 4, I'm not from Mexico or Chicago
At this point, I smoke so much gas, I should be sponsored by Texaco
Body bag, put you in a toe
motherfucking death
Tell stories to my kids about how both of y’all were legends
Man I promise won’t forget you
Never my brothers
Errol Glowaki you’ll survive by
And those moments as a little girl
You realized it was a bigger world
Bigger than the South Side, bigger than Chicago
You were bigger still wanted rims
Make a wish, drop a coin in the well
Picked her up hitching to Chicago
Rucksack, skateboard, bashed up guitar
Back of the bar she dances slow
me up
Homies getting shot like it's Chicago
No I'm not Hispanic, I'm Chicano
That I'm still alive is a Milagro
Yeah I want that mansion by the lago
If
cndersonville
Man it's colder in Chicago than I ever thought i could be
Who knew winter was a season that would freeze your heart and soul
No one knows it but
this itch for something new
And not understood by the cool kid crew
And not in a circle of the red or the blue
We'll take that gun that your ego drew
I
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
yea (Fan yea)
Mosey how I'm living like the man yea (Man yea)
Why they always coming at my name, always, always hit my phone
I'm alone
Bitches yea they
in the building
Yes suh yes suh leo nation
Chicago out west stand up
This the one right here
Man
I'm sorry to you, city man, but we been getting raps
I'm looking for something good in life
Came from nothing, I don't want to miss it
Take my
of Chicago knew of Huff
They'd watch him sing and dance and stuff
Of all the Mikes in the Midwest
Everyone said he was the best
So he said "I want to be where
Oh ya Steve T. in the building hey
We got our hands to the plow and we running man we working hard over here
Let's go
[Repeat: x2]
Used to run
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
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