[Verse 1: Phor]
I'm from the city where shorty's be wildin'
They run up and down, posted on Stoney Island
I gotta get my whole fam to an island
Some lobster and pasta, we eat like Italians
I caught the audience, let me get my nap
Jump out of my sleep and I start to think back
One thing about me, I always speak facts
This is Chi-Town, some say this is Chiraq
[Verse 2: Bump J]
My .30 filled to the top with them hollows
I'm on the couch, drinking out of the bottle
Your lil bitch thirsty, she all on my heels
She want a real nigga out in Chicago
I booked this bitch from the A, she was bad
Hermès and Birkin, man, she match my swag
We tore down Innocent, she match my bag
Your man can't come here 'less he got a past
I'm from the East, where they murder and serve the O's
We grew up poor, momma ain't gotta work no more
She called a flight just to fuck me, lil bitch, if you lucky, I might introduce you to Durky or Herbo or Bibby
My city be jumping like it got a vertical, swervin' convertible, flip through the town
Girl, let's go burn down Magnificent Mile, now
We used to tear down the lock in the plaza for Pelle's, these sneakers ain't in the stores
Now we just tear down [Pirelli?] or Billy on Rush Street, we hop in Aventadors
I'm really in it, man I do this shit for my city, I'm not tryin' to win awards
I told your lady, "just pop out" like KD, and make sure that she bring a friend for Phor
I'm from the city where shorty's be wildin'
They run up and down, posted on Stoney Island
I gotta get my whole fam to an island
Some lobster and pasta, we eat like Italians
I caught the audience, let me get my nap
Jump out of my sleep and I start to think back
One thing about me, I always speak facts
This is Chi-Town, some say this is Chiraq
[Verse 2: Bump J]
My .30 filled to the top with them hollows
I'm on the couch, drinking out of the bottle
Your lil bitch thirsty, she all on my heels
She want a real nigga out in Chicago
I booked this bitch from the A, she was bad
Hermès and Birkin, man, she match my swag
We tore down Innocent, she match my bag
Your man can't come here 'less he got a past
I'm from the East, where they murder and serve the O's
We grew up poor, momma ain't gotta work no more
She called a flight just to fuck me, lil bitch, if you lucky, I might introduce you to Durky or Herbo or Bibby
My city be jumping like it got a vertical, swervin' convertible, flip through the town
Girl, let's go burn down Magnificent Mile, now
We used to tear down the lock in the plaza for Pelle's, these sneakers ain't in the stores
Now we just tear down [Pirelli?] or Billy on Rush Street, we hop in Aventadors
I'm really in it, man I do this shit for my city, I'm not tryin' to win awards
I told your lady, "just pop out" like KD, and make sure that she bring a friend for Phor
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