Say Im not from Chicago
Still I bring the illest noise
Trapped out in the raq
I got stuck in Illinois
Im from out the Burgh
We wake up nd get deployed
Snitches wrapped in carpets
Call opps RugRats but no toys
Now you got to comprehend the past
To paint a picture perfect present
My life is just something traumatized
By years of drug addiction
Chased a bag and applications
Got a paycheck and vacations
Had to realize I could make it
Put that money where my mouth is
Flip a table jump and break it
Blowing bags down in Zeds
Remember back down in my basement
Now I swear to god on what
We next up to be fucking famous
This a path that Ive been chasing
Study lyrics and my placement
Find my route I know you take it
Im so real they think Im faking
Blacked out in the strip Im wasted
Wake up find my last location
Retrace steps and find my patience
Takin shots like it's the league
But these needles do more damn shootin
While my mind is stuck computing
Contemplate and cause confusion
Young wild white boy
Busting out the west side
Saw my family switch up
Tried to die by age nine
Never had no guidance
Said the doctors ruined my life
Prescriptions of those pills
Only made me open eyes
Years of trauma and problems
Only made me recognize
I smoke so much fuckin weed
you know Im always cruising high
never lied
I could die
And If I do I might just fly
Take it to the next realm
Where the dead ones seem to still have life
Feel Im ancient
Got this ice
Age my drink and take a dive
Got a wicked white boy strive
Now I know that I cant hide
Standing out like scarecrow crimes
Since like five I studied lines
Say Im not from Chicago
Still I bring the illest noise
Trapped out in the raq
I got stuck in Illinois
Im from out the Burgh
We wake up nd get deployed
Snitches wrapped in carpets
Call opps RugRats but no toys
See I never understood the bullshit
If there's less or more
Im contemplating kicking down
Unloading through the fuckin door
The more these people doubt me
Only make me wanna up the score
Im dunkin in transition
Doin workouts build the core
Feeling tribal study bibles all the fake love indenial
Time the climb like its a trial
Call me Penny Wise ass smile
Drop the Demi God Im vile
Run a lap I run a mile
Running laps around the track
I gotta get my mental back
Reverse it just to drop the cash
Forty fifty sixty racks
Like a wood we filled with grass
Really Im the bait no trap
Cue the crowd and bring the laughs
Got to show out cause Im back
Say Im not from Chicago
Still I bring the illest noise
Trapped out in the raq
I got stuck in Illinois
Im from out the Burgh
We wake up nd get deployed
Snitches wrapped in carpets
Call opps RugRats but no toys