Letras
Uh, yeah
Chi City
Let’s go
Uh
I hold my nuts on some G shit
Hadee spit like a hashish hit
High on another level, I got several gold medals
Would I settle? Never, never, I’m your fellow
Mellow, mellow mellow your man
Looking for the shine that’ll have you checking for tans
No garbage this way you better check in the can
I get it hot, niggas better start checking the fans
Yo
Seeking for more, reeking of beacons of light when I creep in the door
Deserving the right to throw this mic, let it sling on the floor
Believe it, I paid my dues, you just play to lose
Make a move, taking a lake or pool when I rain it through
Okay now take it how you want it, Windy city I’m anointed
Been disjointed, that’s a casualty from ripping the mic
See I don’t get props, I take props, fuckin' crown minister
Vocally sinister, bring it to your hemisphere
Section or whatever, same birds of the feather
Got the hawk running thru bloodlines, outta ya damn mind
Thinking you was posing any type of known particulars
My levels do administer pain, to the cerebral cortex
Wrecking since forever, discipline, got better
Snatch the letters off these niggas chest for real
From out the fields to the gates of the palace, another gram up in my chalice
Trailblazing over any apparatus, I'm gone
I know, it’s been a long time coming
Nah, I won't back down from nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Fronting like you stunting, bringing something out of nothing
I know, it’s been a long time coming
Nah, I won't back down from nothing
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Fronting like you stunting, bringing something out of nothing
(Count Laugh)
His story major and history in the making
Not for the glory, though I whip the beat like slavery
And train em like Denzel did to Ethan
And so on point they on my tip like pyramids in Egypt
Or Giza, Jesus, Hip Hop’s resurrection