[Hook: Mick Jenkins] Stay up Joe Stay up Chahlie Stay up folks Stay up cuz [x3]
Stay up cuz Stay up
[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] I remember when we first moved out here to chi-town Knew that this was my town Quickly found out that we couldn't ride 'round with hats cocked that crack rock had bad hoods on padlock 5-0 like Matlock and Cole park was the hideaway First day that you took me shit was lookin' like a holiday Nobody in school everybody kickin' it One nigga talkin' everybody listenin' Never paid attention to the shot callas Was more excited by the fightin' that the ball brought us 9 foot rims had us thinkin' we was all ballas Tryna impress the shorties that a visit to the mall brought us I watched you spit and you was gamin' hoes Knew I, wanted that shit but wasn't capable But whenever you needed it you would let me play the role Wingman to the stingman, but without you here it ain't the same thing man
[Hook: Mick Jenkins] Stay up Joe Stay up Chahlie Stay up folks Stay up cuz [x3]
Stay up cuz Stay up
[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins] 79th street, at 6am its the cleanest street they bother to sweep On the southside And at 8am it's dirtier than the crackheads that infest its surface Here, flamin' hots and honey buns are a heart healthy breakfast Children speak as if their past lives weren't nautical And newspaper is nothing more than a fan or insulation On 79th street, niggas ain't got shit There are more black (black) boarded buildings (and bored black teens at blackboards) than black teachers and black children at blackboards And black families are chained to corners stores by the link of government assistance It's a cold, cold world for a broke ass nigga It's a windy city when ain't no warmth in yo' pockets Stay up my nigga Stay up
[Hook: Mick Jenkins] Stay up Joe Stay up Chahlie Stay up folks Stay up cuz [x3]
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