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This Chicago, nigga
DJ Pharris
Yo Vic
Take it to 47th street
Just Blaze on the beat
SC, Southside
Hyde Park
Moosa, Mensa, Musa!
Uh (Just Blaze)

Real as they come
Where I’m from I’m the trillest one
Raised by the dealers in the village slum
Unemployment’s high, it’s harder to get a gig, than to get a gun
They ain’t got no woodshop class, so the kids drill for fun
You hear me?
I know the killers well, no Free Willy
They make a fiasco outta you for some free chilly (Woo)
I can’t lose, I got Allah with me
It’s just me and Ferrari Sheppard up in that 550
God sent me, had situations but I got sitchy, got blickys
Send on location when it got iffy
They must’ve heard I got my bread up
And they know they can’t catch up
So now they in a pickle, that’s a Chi glizzy
I’m relishing the moment, shit, everything is golden
They sleepin’ on me, niggas must be on the melatonin
But my career is rollin’, I just needed more exposure
You get exposed, I’m sonnin’ niggas no Maury Povich
Them SAVEMONEY soldiers, hocus pocus
This dope is, blue magic in the nose of a smoker
I live the life of mimosas and chauffeurs, I’m overly focused, oh
My flow ain’t too fast, y’all too slow, oh

Love me or hate me, you niggas ain’t make me
You could never break me
Oh, and this city, that’s mine
I’m stickin’ my flag in this shit
Let me talk to ’em
Uh, uh, uh, uh

Niggas looked in my eyes said I could never come back
And then they watch me come back
I’m gifted with the nina, a leader to the young Blacks
A hater tweeted a photo with me askin’ “Where the guns at?”
What you thought was in the Heron Preston shoulder bag dumbass?
One strap
‘Cause I’d rather be caught packin’ than be caught lackin’, shit
I could pay bond, I can’t buy my way out of casket
I snapback when they started cappin’, ask ’em
They put my face on that t-shirt and they saw what happened
Bro put ’em on an RIP shirt and we called it fashion
That’s on the five, word to all the Jacksons
I’m bumpin’ the Tribe on a quest, in an electric car relaxin’
I’m on the Low End, I’m up North from the poor where it’s snowin’
They tried to murder the whistleblower, I’m Joseph Snowden
You can go get colder then
Let’s see what you come back with
My hitters run the freeway, this is deeper than rap shit
Nipsey Hussle flow, this my victory lap, bitch (Victory lap, bitch)

Wooh! As we proceed
Feel so good
It’s like we back in Baseline
Angie what up?
Dave what up?
SC what up?
Success what up?
Chi-town, we off to the moon
Let’s go!

Man, I’m feelin’ that bro
I love that shit bro
People like yourself
You, you, you reachin’ out to us bro like
Just the energy you givin’ me right now bro
It’s givin’ energy to live bro, to have hope
And wanna live, so, so that’s true leadership
So say it to their face, man
Your true face is that of God
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