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Ayy, this that chi-town shit, ayy, ayy, ayy, JD
I'm on with no feature
Drive by in a Beamer
He gon learn a lesson, I guess I'm his teacher
He tough in demeanor
Send him to the preacher
Then f*ck on his bitch in the back of the bleachers
Your girl she a cheater
Move fast like a cheetah
Then slide through yo block with a mop like a cleaner
Oh, he want smoke, till that shit hit his lungs
Oh, I'm a joke, he ain't laugh when he run
They know it's a banger every time they hear the audio
They asking me to answer some they questions, I'm like sorry bro
I be saying what, what, what, stealing Carti's flow
I take your bitch and break her back, I leave her with that scolio
Jump up in this bitch and hit your block, I feel like Mario
Oh he trynna stay in spirit, send him to the Holy Ghost
For a sample ima clear it, then you all know how the story goes
Ride through your street in a matte black hellcat
Feel like chief keef, I might blow up your city
My best advice, just to not make contact, stay out my lane, less you trynna get litty
Take off her skirt, then I blow out the bitch back
Animal abuse when I'm up in that kitty
Oh, a couple rappers want a verse, tell them 50
Many men wishing the worst, I feel like 50
I'm on my chi-town shit
Rolling around with a chi-town chick
10 toes on the ground in some all white kicks
10 hoes stay around, don't know whose line ima hit
On my chi-town shit
Back in the lab cooking chi-town hits
She backing that ass and my mind goes limp
I'm back in my bag and the cash don't fit
With my chi-town gang
Rolling around, might take your chi-town chain
Run in his house, trynna find some change
Scoping him down, then his mind go blank
With my chi-town boys
Fucking around with them chi-town toys
We dumping them out, making lots of noise
Put a stick in his mouth, he gon choke if I let it blow
He gon choke if I let it blow, if I let it blow
Put a stick in his mouth, he gon choke if I let it blow
If I let it bow
They know I'm the chosen king
Now everybody trynna get ahold of me
It's interesting, that they'll never get close to me
So vocally, that's social distancing
When my album drops, ima go global instantly
Trynna brush up your image, that's photo listerine
All of y'all wrapped up in so much drama, your life is a total Disney scene
Spend another bag just to go and whip a beam
Cutting all the tags on these all new Christian jeans
All these rappers wack, I'm a fully different being
Only making gas, I ain't rolling spliff or tree
Feeling like the man, that's a Lil Mosey thing
Balling when I can, trynna get my golden ring
Trynna be a star and top the charts with all art so that my goals aren't only simple dreams
On a climb to the top, there's a whole lotta stairs
Now they quoting my lines, they all know what I said
If he talk bout my pen, I might fill them with lead
He gon go to the moon in a whole lotta red
Yea i'm gifted in math how I count up this bread
They be different in class, everyone is a fan
He might snitch on my ass, everyone is a fed
They might switch on my ass, why I barely got friends
I'm on my chi-town shit
Rolling around with a chi-town chick
10 toes on the ground in some all white kicks
10 hoes stay around, don't know whose line ima hit
On my chi-town shit
Back in the lab cooking chi-town hits
She backing that ass and my mind goes limp
I'm back in my bag and the cash don't fit
With my chi-town gang
Rolling around, might take your chi-town chain
Run in your house, trynna find some change
Scoping him down, then his mind go blank
With my chi-town boys
Fucking around with them chi-town toys
We dumping them out, making lots of noise
Put a stick in his mouth, he gon choke if I let it blow

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