[Verse 1]
I'm on my Chi-City shit
I been making bands but I ain't Diddy rich
I been on the low like a crime syndicate
Fuck writer's block cuz my mind infinite
Gifts god given, inner voice told me "stop trippin"
Riding through my old hood, now the block different
Used to be a liquor store, selling fried chicken
Came with a cup of Henny and a large biscuit
Smart misfit, way before the jeans here was slim fit
Rockin hammer pants, you could still see my imprint
Well endowed, put me on your wish list for Christmas
Equipment’s proficient
And I'm so cold, feeling frigid on a picnic in 90 degrees
Was a slave for the fame but I'm finally free
Quiet but don't really want a problem with me
I'mma win my way, that's the motto for me
Why your girl sending pics tryna model for me
Guess she heard bout’ the kid and decided to see
Fuck following these hoes, nigga, follow your dreams
In other words, you'll be following me
I'm a sly cat, but don't wanna hear me roar
I ain't even going hard, that's the scary part
Can't say I'm not fly like a carry on
Even the goats respect me and fear my zone
I'm a share my poems til I shed my bones
And I yell daylight come me wan’ go home
Couple niggas bit my shit, hear my clones
Still the illest no matter how many years I'm gone, nigga
Yeah, yeah, wait, hold up
I'm on my Chi-City shit
I been making bands but I ain't Diddy rich
I been on the low like a crime syndicate
Fuck writer's block cuz my mind infinite
Gifts god given, inner voice told me "stop trippin"
Riding through my old hood, now the block different
Used to be a liquor store, selling fried chicken
Came with a cup of Henny and a large biscuit
Smart misfit, way before the jeans here was slim fit
Rockin hammer pants, you could still see my imprint
Well endowed, put me on your wish list for Christmas
Equipment’s proficient
And I'm so cold, feeling frigid on a picnic in 90 degrees
Was a slave for the fame but I'm finally free
Quiet but don't really want a problem with me
I'mma win my way, that's the motto for me
Why your girl sending pics tryna model for me
Guess she heard bout’ the kid and decided to see
Fuck following these hoes, nigga, follow your dreams
In other words, you'll be following me
I'm a sly cat, but don't wanna hear me roar
I ain't even going hard, that's the scary part
Can't say I'm not fly like a carry on
Even the goats respect me and fear my zone
I'm a share my poems til I shed my bones
And I yell daylight come me wan’ go home
Couple niggas bit my shit, hear my clones
Still the illest no matter how many years I'm gone, nigga
Yeah, yeah, wait, hold up
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