Don't stop Getting their trap Hand in the pot Baby that'll do it
I'm from Chicago, nobody's smiling Niggas wyling on Stoney Island Where the chief and the president come from Pop out, pop pills, pop guns On the deck when the ops come Pop some, ops run This ain't a game nigga, ain't no options Nigga selling on the block like an auction Dig into my pockets, see a profit Where the money and the bitches is where the guys is Godfathers in a loches, at the spot holding money like a hostage She went ostrich, from the projects with posture I draw with the goddess like an artist Getting paper with no margins, money gods I do it for Hadiya and Trayvon Martin
In the Chi ain't a damn thing funny Thinking of ways to get money Drive down Lake Shore, scheming how to make more If we ain't eating together what is this cake for Ain't nobody giving it, that's what we take for Niggas is broke, what I need to brake for Glaciers of ice, lazers and lice Let the chains glow heavy, we paid for em twice Made for the life, all out like we out of bounds Bars and guns, niggas got a lot of rounds Tripping like you from out of town The four pound will leave you on the ground without a sound Ain't no fathers round, sons of anarchy Fighting attempts, trafficking, and grand larceny At the party with the thots with the extra body I'm in the inner city, it's an out of body experience
Face on T-shirts with no hashtags Just big ass trash bags tagged hash Out here sipping trill Fake ass gangster, quick to take a fag's cash Five versus six, Star Wars No stickers, real bullet holes in car doors Out of ten people that was shot, 7 ate 9's Two trey 8's, and one 45 Tryna get to 23, numbers game Then here come the fame But they won't say no names Are these celebrities way too shy to be loyal to the town I take my publishing check and spread my royalties around Popes, bishops, disciples, stones Counts, princes, lords, queens and kings They drilling on MY LAND but ain't no order to be found I might be part of the problem I guess they just tryna prove they can back that shit up Most of them can't even moonwalk My little cousin bum jay don't know what he did when he introduced that goon talk Is there a Scarface casting at the crib I don't know about? So many shortys have tried out for the role That's why he slide out and ride out with the pole Now I see how my daddy felt the dark day he Discovered that black power didn't keep the lights on Right on, the dearly departed still rapping to you Looking for some yellow, white, red, black, brown flesh to write on How long will they mourn me after I'm out of mind, out of sight, gone A crash, a head on collision affects both riders the most Good music in the building, yeah we got ghost riders They just actually ghostsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
