I got six cellphones and still ain't pickin' up a man The ain't real but I be damned if the danger ain't Don't up on Chuck, disrespecting his home town He flip on Detroit switchin', hear it in his voice I'm Chicago, Illinois, even if I had a choice I woulda' still picked the that I grew up in And DK NY designed these sheets on my bed You still on Ian Connor's page pick what to wear, yeah These fresh as me? Tell me how They still distressin' t's on couch Rock band and bands they don't know nothin' 'bout You heard of Iron Maiden Bro that don't even count Get that out my face before I hit send on that text message I'm workin', flexin', just music, protecting Like "what up Chuck, God damn man, it's me and you and all these bills" And we the style that they try to steal They be runnin' off with it like shootin'
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It's the head band rocker Pee in corny rapper's Acting like some tryna' top us Nigga it Get lined in them Starters Trappin' daily, place your Chuck and Mike, they got them black I ride around black mags tryna' sound like Maxo but they Karo my shit 16 Bred 11's with thing on my hip Persona walk, talk, wasn't shit you could tell me Got niggas bitin' up Supreme, throwin' away them Air brushed tee, been did that Snapbacks, sun visor, been did Girbaud slim fit jeans, did that Tom and Jerry ass nigga, you a Runnin' man, you a man Take pics with the gun, not a man dummy lil boy, you a stunter man Fake J's, Jumpman do the man
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