Lyrics:
she ain't
Fuckin' with these broke niggas
Hi Tech, red glass, that shit pour different
By the time I'm ninety-two
Done ran through four kidneys
Laughin'
talking bout beef but it's only me vs me
Them your goats well I passed em
She want a new best friend I just hit her last one, yeah
By how she lay down
of the time smoking by my lonely
Really trying to ease my mind
Reclining in my caddy
Probably bumping Soul Searchin'
You say I smoke too much
Well motherfucker
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
Chicago and one punch drop her in Delaware
Your own block, you never there
By myself, I'm never pair
Keep one of my sleeve and my pants, that's why they
Whipin' through Cabo in a Murcielago
Dodging paparazzi with the finest dime
I met in Chicago
The baddest Bobbysoxer that you ever seen
Reppin' my team
We
I was 18 years old just a research volunteer;
I walked home from the TCBY each night with no fear.
One particular starry 11 o'clock
I went down by
man, I'm white as a ghost
But it's my baby on the line from the jersey coast, she says
"c'mon home, honey," gonna make it after all, and it's
First
Silhouette, it's in my nightmare
And I can't rest my eyes as all
And I'll be a leaving by the morning
Ever seen Chicago in the fall?
Mama told
or New Haven, or Chicago
Oh yeah, by the way, my name Chris Lowe
Move ya hips lows, love it when ya lips blow
Damn - shorty's standin by the coat check
a one way ticket all the way from Chicago
As winter settled in
Yeah the blues were a biting
By the time we were driving
And the baby's looking thin
'Bout to smash your pussy like your
Man play for the Bengals
Ickey Woods, Ickey Shuffle in the 740
Uncle Pauly right behind us in the 850
This shit fly
Eric Garner in New York and then Baltimore
Look at Chicago with Drill
Music youngins they
Gunnin' and dying by the minute
Shout out to churches that
Deep
the ratchet 'cause that's what's up (damn)
I got a Wizard in DC that chef up O's
So I'm livin' like a King in Sacramento
When I'm out in Chicago I'm on some
subway your train of thought gotta run through
I'm by my lonely, so I might let the hawk show
Any block, I double-park, get out and walk slow
And nowadays
in Chicago, IL (ay yea boy)
July 28,1990 (ay yea boy)
Cook County Hospital (ay yea boy)
To the world by storm (ay yea boy)
Made history (ay yea)
Life
you make the call
Cheeba Cheeba Ya'll Cheeba Cheeba Ya'll
Don't be scared of the mutha fucking Law
(Pony Boy)
I got the M-E-T-H-O-D ... MAN!
18 wheeler
Chicago we hit you but Oky there was somethin' with you
A sleaze assault! A chonky geez assault!
Baby please don't halt 'cause this one wasn't my fault
I'm
and build
Instead of brothers on stage singing "do me"
A black man has a gauge singing "do this, see?"
All of a sudden everybody is out of jail
But it's
shelves
4 to 12, get you the safe paper
Here's the idea, I'm Poison Pen
Yeah stay right there man
I live with no string, breath easy
You get loud, I get
a skunk
I'ma need 10K to walk in your club
I can tell by they eyes that they throwin' slugs
Then smile in my face and ask for a hug
Bitch, you full
I've been to Chicago and I've seen it's tallest tower
Rising high in silver spears in great displays of power
They got a lot of pretty things a man
the same way you do
I dress my plate up I don't eat the same way you do
I don't
I just do what I want
Raised by the wolves
I grew up in Chicago
This
wanna do is see some gangsta dick
This gangsta shit it's takin' the whole world by swarm
You shoulda' seen how many bitches came to see a nigga perform
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