I’m From 63rd FBG Duck
"I’m From 63rd" by FBG Duck, released in 2020, is a #HipHop track that reflects themes of street life, loyalty, and the struggles of growing up in Chicago's violent neighborhoods. The lyrics convey pride in his roots and the harsh realities faced. Its unique drill sound and raw delivery contributed to the ongoing conversation about gang culture in rap.
[Intro]
Mmm
Ayy, Chris, don't give me no autotune, foe, I don’t need none of that shit
Like, no cap
Still on that gang shit
Lil' nigga play with me
Gang, gang
Talk to that lil' nigga
I’m finna geek on him
(Shoutout Digi Prada, you hear me?)
[Verse]
First of all, I don't know no stripper bitch from Kankakee
And that nigga in that video, he can't be me
Lil Durk, why you send this fuckin' little boy to play with me?
Why you ain't do that shit yourself if you got somethin' say to me?
They tryin' to tell me don't say nothin’, but I just can’t keep quiet
Okay, know I get violent
Nigga play with me, somebody dyin'
Gang, gang, gang, my niggas start a riot, lot of bullets flyin’
All these motherfuckin' crazy stories, fuck it, let me try it
Met this stripper bitch, she from Minnesota
While I was bendin' her over
Nigga kicked the door, I grabbed the Glock, shot him in his shoulder
Other nigga tried to get closer, hit him in the head, it was over
All you seen was brains on the wall, brains on the sofa
You should've seen that shit
It was brains everywhere, you wouldn’t believe that shit
Even made the kids watch, they had to see that shit
See how none of that shit was true, but y'all believed that shit?
They might sell that shit to y'all, but won't sell me that shit
You a sacrifice, he sent you to get bodied
Basically, he just signed you over to the Illuminati (Wanna see a dead body?)
Baow, now a nigga dead 'bout me (Damn, that's crazy, that was raw as hell, it was though look)
Anyways, I didn't trap, but I was in the trap
On Tooka grave, you was one of them niggas that I would smack
Now you one of them niggas that I would clap
Then again, I think like he is one of them niggas that lie in all his raps
Boy, you fuckin' up my clientele
Ayy, go and get you, motherfuckin' boss, you might as well
How the fuck you tote your gun? Your pants tight as hell
How you run from 12? Shit, he probably fell
Ayy, what's that motherfuckin' word, bitch?
Ayy, dissin' on the gang, you got some nerves, bitch
Ayy, are you from the O, lil' ho?
Well, give me brain like a nerd, bitch
She got super mad when I said I'm from 63rd, bitch
Mmm
Ayy, Chris, don't give me no autotune, foe, I don’t need none of that shit
Like, no cap
Still on that gang shit
Lil' nigga play with me
Gang, gang
Talk to that lil' nigga
I’m finna geek on him
(Shoutout Digi Prada, you hear me?)
[Verse]
First of all, I don't know no stripper bitch from Kankakee
And that nigga in that video, he can't be me
Lil Durk, why you send this fuckin' little boy to play with me?
Why you ain't do that shit yourself if you got somethin' say to me?
They tryin' to tell me don't say nothin’, but I just can’t keep quiet
Okay, know I get violent
Nigga play with me, somebody dyin'
Gang, gang, gang, my niggas start a riot, lot of bullets flyin’
All these motherfuckin' crazy stories, fuck it, let me try it
Met this stripper bitch, she from Minnesota
While I was bendin' her over
Nigga kicked the door, I grabbed the Glock, shot him in his shoulder
Other nigga tried to get closer, hit him in the head, it was over
All you seen was brains on the wall, brains on the sofa
You should've seen that shit
It was brains everywhere, you wouldn’t believe that shit
Even made the kids watch, they had to see that shit
See how none of that shit was true, but y'all believed that shit?
They might sell that shit to y'all, but won't sell me that shit
You a sacrifice, he sent you to get bodied
Basically, he just signed you over to the Illuminati (Wanna see a dead body?)
Baow, now a nigga dead 'bout me (Damn, that's crazy, that was raw as hell, it was though look)
Anyways, I didn't trap, but I was in the trap
On Tooka grave, you was one of them niggas that I would smack
Now you one of them niggas that I would clap
Then again, I think like he is one of them niggas that lie in all his raps
Boy, you fuckin' up my clientele
Ayy, go and get you, motherfuckin' boss, you might as well
How the fuck you tote your gun? Your pants tight as hell
How you run from 12? Shit, he probably fell
Ayy, what's that motherfuckin' word, bitch?
Ayy, dissin' on the gang, you got some nerves, bitch
Ayy, are you from the O, lil' ho?
Well, give me brain like a nerd, bitch
She got super mad when I said I'm from 63rd, bitch
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