
Never Saw Famous Dex
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[Chorus]
Yeah
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
I'mma real no live city
When a young nigga run to sell fifties
Gold on like P Diddy
Run home, swear to god, shootin' fifty
[Interlude]
Nah, for real
Like when I say that I'm from Chicago
I really mean that shit
Rozay, what's up, big bro?
Means I got you, big bro, nah, for real
Cut me up, big sis
Nah, for real
Young nigga get money
I went from nothin' to somethin'
Oh man goddamn
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I'mma real no live city
When a young nigga run to sell fifties
Gold on like P Diddy
Run home, swear to god, shootin' fifty
And it's like that
Englewood niggas throwed where the hype's at
Lil nigga ride around with a bitch strapped
The other shit out the backpack, oh whoa
I swear to god, you ain't really know
Used to steal, used to steal out the store
I swear to god, you ain't really know
Used to steal, used to steal out the store
I swear to god, you ain'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
Yeah
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
I'mma real no live city
When a young nigga run to sell fifties
Gold on like P Diddy
Run home, swear to god, shootin' fifty
[Interlude]
Nah, for real
Like when I say that I'm from Chicago
I really mean that shit
Rozay, what's up, big bro?
Means I got you, big bro, nah, for real
Cut me up, big sis
Nah, for real
Young nigga get money
I went from nothin' to somethin'
Oh man goddamn
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I'mma real no live city
When a young nigga run to sell fifties
Gold on like P Diddy
Run home, swear to god, shootin' fifty
And it's like that
Englewood niggas throwed where the hype's at
Lil nigga ride around with a bitch strapped
The other shit out the backpack, oh whoa
I swear to god, you ain't really know
Used to steal, used to steal out the store
I swear to god, you ain't really know
Used to steal, used to steal out the store
I swear to god, you ain'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
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