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Riding round Chi-Town I’m with my crew
Plotting on them fifty cent juices and fruity chews (uh)
Riding round Southside I’m with my crew
Chasing girls, dreaming graduating from school
Ain’t that much changed since 2002
But a lot changed since 2002 (yeah)
I said ain’t that much changed since 2002
But a whole lot done changed since 2002
Summertime Chi a youngin' just got out from school, aye
On my way to crib to grab my bike and make some moves
Ma got my report card say she proud of what I do
She been working overtime gon' buy me some new shoes (love you ma)
Plus my homies ain’t on punishment, they mamas they not capping (let's go)
Older kids out on that bullshit but today we won’t be lacking (nah nah)
Thinking back to then I swore that I’d be playing sports or rapping
Mama laid them books out told me read them bitches front and backwards (sheesh)
Auntie Shirley held us down for dinner when our ma was grinding (bless up)
Slide to E-Man crib with cuzzo Kevin for them double linings (what up cuz)
83 degrees outside, that sun so bright I’m almost blinded
Windy City keep me cool in my new fit that boy be shining (and I’m...)
Riding round Chi-Town I’m with my crew
Plotting on them fifty cent juices and fruity chews (uh)
Riding round Southside I’m with my crew
Chasing girls, dreaming graduating from school
Ain’t that much changed since 2002
But a lot changed since 2002 (yeah)
I said ain’t that much changed since 2002
But a whole lot done changed since 2002
Young nigga done growed up (let's get it)
25 and I’m glowed up
All my niggas they glowed up
Flexing, but we don’t show much (gang)
Street grad and a college grad
And ya boy bouta get barred up
Net worth on an upward trend cause I’m making bread, I don’t owe much (uh huh)
And I think I’m bouta go ahead and make this rap shit happen
Mama said get them degrees, them bitches got, so now it's passion
Growing up my city taught me hating niggas gon distract ya
Keep my circle tight, my hustle strong, my end results ah match it
Shouts to Mason, Trent, and Woo (uh huh)
Them niggas always had my back
Much love to VJ, Cobb, and Miles
Know that together we gon stack it
Pockets used to be on E, but now we chilling we relaxing
Steady out of town for business, city know I’m coming back (because I’m)
Riding round Chi-Town I’m with my crew
Plotting on them fifty cent juices and fruity chews (uh)
Riding round Southside I’m with my crew
Chasing girls, dreaming graduating from school
Ain’t that much changed since 2002
But a lot changed since 2002 (yeah)
I said ain’t that much changed since 2002
But a whole lot done changed since 2002
Chi-Town we gon juke
Best believe our ass gon work
If a nigga pull up on us swear to god he gon get murked
And you know its family first
No excuses that’s the code
Rep Chicago from the summer til the winter when its cold
Shouts my homies from the Southside, from out West and over East
On the weekends we link up to go f*ck up them Northside streets (we up North with it)
I thank god that all my niggas in the Chi still living well
Know it's gang in front of anybody else and its f*ck 12 (f*ck 12)
Looking back on life I wouldn’t change a thing from how it went
Grew up broke as f*ck with nothing in my pockets but some lint
Set my life on being great, my family good, and now it's cracking (it's cracking)
Still the same Chicago nigga, Southside Bronzeville if they asking

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