Lyrics:
Rock shit, rest in peace to my brother, rest in peace to man, Fan Jacka, R.I.P. MJ, I love y'all
Playing pity pack with my clique, ain't never been
some practice
Might takes some practice
My daddy said it was rainin', momma said it was snowin'
Heaven opened it's door and warned us to Chica-go in
Looking for a girl to hug and hold
To cuddle by the fire when the air gets cold
To give me company when I feel gray
A friendly girl with who I can
see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come. but,
Man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama, but I'm a put it on mama. nigga, you
Try run up on me,
Scoop 6-400, of that bomb smoked ass real
High, I can see the homeys pass by
We creep inside, lettin niggas know this Eastside
Now all my
it back
Walking by, say nothing
I'm nothing because I don't react
Live by the beach I rest
In my Sunday's best I know I'm the man
I took like a million
the war, they ripped up the Florida Ballroom
Man, don't sleep on those Sho-Tokyans
Under starlight they danced behind barbed wire
Under the mountain, it
Christ
Jesus Christ
I am now learning how to love and forgive
My fellow man as I am learning to live
Learning to live means to accept the Lord
By
Intro:
Let's work for the family
Let's keep the family strong
By keepin the tie of love strong in the family
All those of you who are rich, use your
store in Seattle
The next day Miami Beach
The next day it's Jay Leno
And the next day Letterman
And then it's Oprah in Chicago
Man, when will it all
this chick she was a wonder.
I met her in the summer , she was posted in a hummer.
I came up to her ride, and then she said that she was taken
By a nigga
See we don’t politic with imbeciles we congregate with criminals and keep some killer hoes and keep the toaster by my genitals for when the shit goes
Man these rappers they really be shook up. I barely do features this shit worth a brick bruh. Rather run it up trappin n crackin these banks then I’m
Chicago
Sipping Moet as I drink it out the bottle
Kicking back flipping through a Walter Dean novel
Sitting in a condo, looking at Movados like I know my
Ugh
Think I'm sitting down gat them vops on me
Ugh
Thinking bout my bitch like I know she prolly lonely
Ugh
She was getting slayed by my mufuckin homie
semi
Spark a spliffy all the real niggas they gotta feel me
From memphis to kansas city decatur to mississippi
St. Louis to southern philly chicago
poblano been as far as I know
Knew I would blow like windy in Chicago
Tell me I'm not tho when I win colossal
With hustle like Russel
P-Paint like Picasso
now I'm alone
But I fight it anyway gotta stay strong
Time flying by, it's been so long
What's going on, yeah
I Rose up through the concrete
Like
Bezel flooded by TV
Johnnie
Go for legendary stats
I'm Buildin up on the stats
More stats bigger bag
Ima do it that's on me boy
Building up on my stats
Yea Chicago drillinois south side
Low end of da United States
You all welcome
They gon act like love you the close ones can be yo trouble
All this
cause niggas living on survival mode
Trust issues way too high most do not abide by the code
Chicago summer's very hot but the shit can get too cold
I
man set the bar gain
Jye's playing jazz like Jordan in his last game
Chicago know the way, the cards change
I won't show face like DOOM in a mask
trucks while miss mahogany sucks, yuck
Me and my niggas need to order a bottle
Of liquid to swallow it hollow now we followed by models
Fellatio without
they gone hate but I be wit Rraye man you know they love him
Aye
Shorty just hit me like where is you at
Told her to chill I'm coming right back
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