I'mma real no live city
When a young ***** run to sell fifties
Gold on like P Diddy
Run home, swear to god, shootin' fifty
And it's like that
Englewood ****** throwed where the hype's at
Lil ***** ride around with a ***** strapped
The other **** out the backpack, oh whoa
I swear to god, you don't really know
Used to steal used to steal out the store
Rozay got the lean poured 4
I'm just runnin' to the money I need more
I swear to god, all for Chicago
Winter, still pop pills in Chicago
Do deal like I see in Chicago
I bought a condo in Chicago
Shootin' dice right behind the school
**** a teacher, I ain't ever know the rules
I been gettin' money stay cool
I'm winnin' look what God do
I lost my mama to breast cancer
I'm on my knees, God gave me the answer
Be cool, stop livin' life faster
I'm preachin' to ya like a pastor