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This Chicago, nigga DJ Pharris Yo Vic Take it to 47th street Just Blaze on the beat SC, Southside Hyde Park Moosa, Mensa, Musa! Uh (Just Blaze) Real as they come Where I'm from I'm the trillest one Raised by the dealers in the village slum Unemployment's high, it's harder to get a gig, than to get a gun They ain't got no woodshop class, so the kids drill for fun You hear me? I know the killers well, no Free Willy They make a fiasco outta you for some free chilly (Woo) I can't lose, I got Allah with me It's just me and Ferrari Sheppard up in that 550 God sеnt me, had situations but I got sitchy, got blickys Send on location when it got iffy Thеy must heard I got my bread up And they know they can't catch up So now they in a pickle, that's a Chi glizzy I'm relishing the moment, shit, everything is golden Letras de cancionesThey sleepin' on me, niggas must be on the melatonin But my career is rollin', I just needed more exposure You get exposed, I'm sonnin' niggas no Maury Povich Them SAVEMONEY soldiers, hocus pocus This dope is, blue magic in the nose of a smoker I live the life of mimosas and chauffeurs, I'm overly focused, oh My flow ain't too fast, y'all too slow, oh Love me or hate me, you niggas ain't make me You could never break me Oh, and this city, that's mine I'm stickin' my flag in this shit Let me talk to 'em Uh, uh, uh, uh Niggas looked in my eyes said I could never come back And then they watch me come back I'm gifted with the nina, a leader to the young Blacks A hater tweeted a photo with me askin' "Where the guns at?" What you thought was in the Heron Preston shoulder bag dumbass? One strap 'Cause I'd rather be caught packin' than be caught lackin', shit I could pay bond, I can't buy my way out of casket I snapback when they started cappin', ask 'em They put my face on that t-shirt and they saw what happened Bro put 'em on an RIP shirt and we called it fashion That's on the five, word to all the Jacksons I'm bumpin' the Tribe on a quest, in an electric car relaxin' I'm on the Low End, I'm up North from the poor where it's snowin' They tried to murder the whistleblower, I'm Joseph Snowden You can go get colder then Let's see what you come back with My hitters run the freeway, this is deeper than rap shit Nipsey Hussle flow, this my victory lap, bitch (Victory lap, bitch) Wooh! As we proceed Feel so good It's like we back in Baseline Angie what up? Dave what up? SC what up? Success what up? Chi-town, we off to the moon Let's go! Man, I'm feelin' that bro I love that shit bro People like yourself You, you, you reachin' out to us bro like Just the energy you givin' me right now bro It's givin' energy to live bro, to have hope And wanna live, so, so that's true leadership So say it to their face, man Your true face is that of God Thank you for using secure - From Letras Mania