[Verse 1: ProbCause]
I'm back at the crib on my Chi-town shit
All walks of life in the same room chillin
Kick it with the new school learned how to spit from the OG's you could probably hear it in the twist
Thats an ode to the old school
Open these doors and your ears never old news
Midwest State of mind nobody owes you, don't let it control you stand on your own two
Now we the center of the scene
Louder than a bomb and we working as a team
Do it for the spitters and the hitters with a dream
Take it to the top with a full head a steam
Rush
So turn the bass kick up and bump and let the rhythm hit off the trunk
To make you homie kick up and jump
Light up the blunt to celebrate the shit that we on
We off the richter this Chi-Town shit
The City that works go hard for it
All sides of the Windy on the scene gonna mix while the murder mayor making extra change off a lick
I used to kick it at the Tip
If I liked baseball probably rock a sox fitted
Shoutout to Carlos, Hyphon and Ship
House, trap, drill, dub all up in the whip
So let me take you on a trip
A north pole bomber ima put you on a lick
A polar vortex couldn't cool my click
But these city slickers icy you could fuck around and slip
To all the homies with a gift, never give it up holler at me for a lift
And if you ever get on, put it back into the City where you were born
I'm back at the crib on my Chi-town shit
All walks of life in the same room chillin
Kick it with the new school learned how to spit from the OG's you could probably hear it in the twist
Thats an ode to the old school
Open these doors and your ears never old news
Midwest State of mind nobody owes you, don't let it control you stand on your own two
Now we the center of the scene
Louder than a bomb and we working as a team
Do it for the spitters and the hitters with a dream
Take it to the top with a full head a steam
Rush
So turn the bass kick up and bump and let the rhythm hit off the trunk
To make you homie kick up and jump
Light up the blunt to celebrate the shit that we on
We off the richter this Chi-Town shit
The City that works go hard for it
All sides of the Windy on the scene gonna mix while the murder mayor making extra change off a lick
I used to kick it at the Tip
If I liked baseball probably rock a sox fitted
Shoutout to Carlos, Hyphon and Ship
House, trap, drill, dub all up in the whip
So let me take you on a trip
A north pole bomber ima put you on a lick
A polar vortex couldn't cool my click
But these city slickers icy you could fuck around and slip
To all the homies with a gift, never give it up holler at me for a lift
And if you ever get on, put it back into the City where you were born
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