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Shit yeah uh-huh
Yeah uh uh uh
Yeah uh
My dome golden
My heart bleed Madison and Homan
Yeah back to Madison and Kedzie
Madison and Albany
we right back into home again
Where them dwellings
wasn't buildings
Intelligent ain't skilled
until the fellas got the felons
in they feelings
Yelling to the ceiling
Scale again
the pelicans is skeletons
and villains
Oh no no I'm just rolling
I can't even flee
When I see old money old money
Veterans and millions
elegant and brilliant
Ain't no food and liquor three
we on that medicine and killing
Off top free Chill yeah uh
Generating Zen
with some nice sword practice
Rest In Peace Virg' LV
it's Vice Lord backwards
A simple flip of the monogram
That ain't shit I had similes
on my sonogram my momma's man
Before I was born
I was doing reconnaissance
My barber taught me how to chop
a nigga with my chopper hand
Not at all prophetic
Just chauffeurs in Allah's Lexus
The realest nigga alive
no prosthetics or cosmetics
Might catch the Holy Ghost
and start speaking in Nas records
Hah hah hah
said he came through the town
Had the flames on his crown
the youth was all excited
And Memphis drooped
his whole fuckin' name
into the ground like
Gangsta Boo what up
Yeah hah yeah yeah yeah
That's this
what if rap had a blacksmith
The day you catch me lack
Is the day Farrakhan eats
catfish as a Catholic
Reporting live from the blacklist
Accustomed to being this bad
cause he packed it
But if they ask
that ain't my bag cause I traffic
See the lights from the O spark
Feeling like Austin meets Oak Park
A hundred Chicagos
they want no parts
He at the MCA yelling Go Art
At the strip club with his eyes
closed and throat parched
Westside with my whole heart
heart
Westside with my whole heart
Westside ooh