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stepped in the jam, next the police come
Fights there would be one, numbers I'd get at least one
We'd come to the get-together with whoever
You wouldn't
habit Love tight blue jeans on a cute cowgirl
I got this honky-tonk habit I can't shake my Jones for Ernest and Merle
I used to drink a filth of jack
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
gotta put the mack down
Feelin' these all in your background
I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka
Nigga tryna brick my squad like I
at nigga
Queens where you at staten island where you at
Yea im from the nine they call it the land
Shooters by the deli i hope you understand
Feds in the van
you heard me?
My world ain't worldly, any time could be my time
I get high, but still ain't seen Chicago skyline
In my prime, stakes is high cause
down
Feelin' these all in your background
I used to run up in your crib with shit that go 'blaka
Nigga tryna brick my squad like I'm Waka
I don't want
In 1935, I was living in paradise, I had a friend up in Cicero
We used to go out to the track, we'd knock a few whiskeys back
I'd lose my shirt
On his motel room floor, my friend Chuck let me crash
I had a bus ticket to Chicago and 200 in cash
This free place to stay was a generous gift
See,
by the bra, tell her I'm about to take this off
And snip the back clasp & put her in a hip toss
Woke up in the evening with my hat already on me
Jump
addressed this politely
But I'm a rude boi if you wanna use my flow, You're my son, better get used to calling me "Papi"
Papi in Chicago
My hometown girl
but I'm tired of niggas that grill
Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest
Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest
Platform, see
[x8]
[verse two]
So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink
When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink
When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild
they status on the streets
License plates that say they, motto
This is Chicago in the heyday
Similar to Good Times, I guess that I was JJ
A skinny
to Toronto
I once hit a girl up in Chicago
But I'd never say who unless my name was Tanto
Yup, you know how the date rape go
'Cause we show the classic
to Toronto
I once hit a girl up in Chicago
But I'd never say who unless my name was Tanto
Yup, you know how the date rape go
'Cause we show the classic
but I'm tired of niggas that grill
Chicago in my blood, but I used to be the shyest
Cat form, but now I'm back searchin' for the highest
Platform, see
street skills,
Through Chicago just to fuck with kells,
Yeah, money by the bail,
Mailman nash said ya better cuff ya girl,
I can change your life,
lessons, dropped me off at every stand
I learned to play a few ol chords, so my Daddy’d understand
I used to play the guitar in the room down by the porch
the door to meet a fiend by the store
And I heard 'so you off touring?'
I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that aint never let me score
telling them to go, go, go, go, go!
Tell these haters they can find me
In Chicago but back to the money.
I was doing good, now I’m doing great.
No
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
then losing's not an option
Multiple convictions but we don't believe in stoppin'
Tryna do it with the work until I get the music poppin' (music
about what I believe in
When the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon' come?
I'm coming back like the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I don't want my
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