Lyrics:
of Chi where death is
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah,
me wrong I never been a fool
I just put off graduating for a pair of tennis shoes
I used to use the beats to paint my pain
But nowadays man I can't
a fool
I just put off graduating for a pair of tennis shoes
I used to use the beat to paint my pain
But nowadays man I can't complain
I got several
rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen
But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden
A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
Cause I gotta be making my money
By robbing and stealing
Drug dealing try to make a million
And plus thinking bout feddy
And running my city in the city
of my city
Ghetto… nigga from the projects
Talk it and I did it
I was born in 92 but I’m the 23 of my city
Got my homies here wit me
Gotta bad bitch by
turn me to rust
Called me your muse like we'd never part
But any fool could've seen better just what you were
A windy city burden on my heart
I'd like
that we Boujee, they basic
Committee come get it straightened
And killer, the city where ghetto celebrity stat was generated
The levels were
meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile
some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
So now
Terror Town
And them killers in Killer Ward catch you in River North
If you whippin' foreign, they pull your ass out the doors of your Aventador
Eat
Listen!
Trying to recruit is the mission
We offer you a position
Where Tech will rule and condition your brain
To know actin' a fool is
teachers always told us
Train tunnels go down, architecture profound
Cities filled with industry remembered now as ghost towns
Empires rise but they always
the store (Lil Slip)
With these hoes up in my bed, I bet I'll fuck sum mo' (let's go, let's go)
Bitch, we posted in yo city, we ain't ever home (rockstar
told me the golden rules
He with the gold makes all the rules
Don't make assumptions you'll make all of us fools
On the stand make an honorable move
My
want something to drink
I just shook my head because I couldn't talk
He said okay and then he said cheers
The fools were drinking whiskey and wine
to leave 'em like the nose
Running
Yeah
Isn't it something
I know the city more then y’all
This phoenix on my arm
I rise when I fall unlike you
Fascinated by
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
pray, make it wonderful
The good and righteous sing their hymns
The crimpoline dresses who have no sins
Christians by day, killers in war
Because they'll shoot you where you stand!
Am I fucking speaking clear?
It's warfare, put your face to the ground!
In every fucking city, in every fucking
Because they'll shoot you where you stand!
Am I speaking clear?
It's warfare, put your face to the ground!
In every city, in every town
Everybody trembled
Because they'll shoot you where you stand!
Am I fucking speaking clear?
It's warfare, put your face to the ground!
In every fucking city, in every fucking
Because they'll shoot you where you stand!
Am I fucking speaking clear?
It's warfare, put your face to the ground!
In every fucking city, in every fucking
give me credit for
Cause the road was so lonely, we had God only
And fools would creep by slowly like "What up homie"
And steady wins the race, open
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