Letras
I been up ten months to begin us
Zero bucks to a Benz truck
Shit easy y'all just don't give fuck
If you do not enough
You want recognition
No to be on mission you live in omission
You on the wave hope you not a crash victim
Sad when the sharks get'em
How to retire if you got fired
Nine to fivin slave driving
I ride with master up to where they gone slash ya
Once ya back broke might as well be shot hoe
Take what you put in
Tax push ya shit in
Fuckin damn touched by your Uncle Sam
Wallet stay balling been hysterical
From rent to herring bone to unaware and unknown
Keeping up with the Jones streams gasoline
Shit even to eat
Gave me weed grew my dependency
Charge me triple at dispensary
Apocalypse coming you're fucked
Never been in infantry
Talking peace it's always in its infancy
Shit retarded to me
I talk logic while you parting the sea
It's not part of me I live the dream
You gotta pardon me
And its all on your timeline
The brain child flip the math like Einstein
You know it's all on your timeline
The brain child flip the math
Came from the slums of America
From the side of town
Where the kids drilling everything
Dreams that was spewd
From the weight we was carrying
I wrote a promise letter
I would lead us to the promise land
Middle finger to the naysayers
They heart broken
Somebody hand em a pacemaker
With our clothing we looking like taste makers
Lonely nights that were more or less painstaken
See we were never taught to have fear
And tears only served as the pools to drown us in
So if I ever cried
Just know it taught me how to swim
Threw a wrath to the tides
Spoke truth to reel em in
Child of the teachings of chicago