Lyrics:
on the east side of Chicago cause by us
That boy is a sweat he drop in the battle bus
blue bandits cause we knuckle up
Shoot at us we gone shoot at your guts
I'm tellin you bruh
They down with the serpent to get in their mind
Believe the people who witness the Christ
Look at my life, and now they blind
Nobody
look
Aye throw it away just take it away
Cause I don't want it if it gets up in Your Space
Aye, I need a blessing not a curse yeah
I need You in my
and some still don't get it
And yeah, I might have said it way back
And got sweated by the same ones admittin' it now
But no credit came to me
If you can
a tactic to snatch it, strap back and stack some platinum
Double on the mag random, with the bullets I brand em
Finna hold the game ransom
Runnin' up in your
on hoodies screamin' "freeze"
Get out the navigator, godfather iii in the dvd
They hop in, they take your car for a spin
It's cold outside so all you feel is
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get
on people's faces when I tell them what city I'm from
They look at me like I'm an escapee or something
I remember waking up running to the window
Used to love
will raise it
Yeah check your meter yo
You rocking with the greatest
I know blessings come alive so I stay up
Ain’t no stressing while I’m taking my
ToShay... a little man... with a big plan... Amen
I don't quit
You ***** stick it to me I'll equip
Myself with a bigger clip
You stick up your
to do shit it just sits there like an illusion
People don't seem to get it it's like one big mass confusion
But they all know what an axe is so I have
nervous it's urgent I bring the gospel out
You don't want these problems I promise I'll bring the gospel out
Hold up let me repent
I got the choir in
lead the procession of choir, lay readers and reverend
And we genuflect in the ripple of heads for the cross as they walk up
A place for change, that's
should
Let your fingers do the talking in person I wish you would
God damn that's my jam, let me get it like this my man
Even though no body don't
a tactic to snatch it, strap back and stack some platinum
Double on the mag random, with the bullets I brand em
Finna hold the game ransom
Runnin' up in your
the bait like a fish that was your fall down
I made too much cheese when I was in the trap
Never show love look where that got me at
Streets hot niggas walk
People try to copy me, they starting to look like clones
Smelling good but way too good, you used way too much cologne
Tryna keep them by my side, I
that, 'cause it might last into night class
In the end, all I really want is my pass, to get approval from the people in the hype class
When I look back
Look, they said I can't get him hit; call me Obama; yes we can
Pulling up mans here make man disappear best call him Maddeline McCan
My boy Elz like
endangered
Some evils in moderation Emcees lace your adidas up
Leaders of a new whos beef Extends beyond the media
Greetings from these unusuals Two where
Now Asians sayin' they don't keep no cash in they register (hurry up and buy)
We run from red and blue lights to get the green
But whoever got that
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
and an iced out wrist watch
Gets old quick
Roll with the shogun, grip my katana three sixty motion
Chop up and chomp like Krogan, what's my motive?
I don't like
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