Chicago Highlife (Ft. BJ the Chicago Kid)

[Verse 1: Highlife]
I wake up wit a swisher
It's Highlife baby, you ain't got to say Mr
Low end pimpin, no blunt skimping
Don't try em, theres know chump in him
MOGs losing... I'm winnin
In the city of the hate where mogs comfortable wit grinning
Fucked up buildings, bike life children
The lose square mog even know how I'm feelin
We hate on the next mog we don't give no fawk
If I don't see Ish i don't give know cut
All in my ashtray is boss dawg ducks
I just had a long day I'm about to roll one up
Bout to take bike trip, Lake Shore nice trip
Nigga, JJ fish, mild sauce on my strips
The city of the gyro, Cold Hard is the west side hero
Hype Park wit Dwel, smoke on some deisel
Head to the wall spray my tag for the people
Hop in the whip wit Vic, he smokin papers
Ask that nigga for a mutherfuckin favor
To take me get 55th to grab some kicks
I get them shits early, I don't get taxed bitch
My city not the cleanest, famo part of my English

[Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Ain't no need to ask where I'm from (where I'm from, where I'm from)
Chicago is the city where I'm from (where I'm from, where I'm from)
And I'm so proud (Whooooooahoooooahooooo)
Chicago!