Uh, Uh
Yah, it's Mari
On the beat
Yeah, Yeah
Uh
Ayy, I want them to hear this shit from Harlem to fucking Chicago
He put it all in the strap
Zip up the clip
Cock it back
Get you clickety clapped
He left that man where he at
Killing slowly wit' these raps
Bitch I'm bickitey back
Thought I was falling off track
Got back to the racks
Had to pick up my slickety slack
This for the 'Sippi, the windy
Yea I rep my city
It's with me wherever I'm at
And I got ya
In a coupe
With a chopper
It's true
That the odds are
They shoot
Or they rob you
Boys in blue
Wanna stop you
Found my roots
In the gospel
Too true to watch it
Too real to stop me
So, amen if you feeling (all that)
Tell 'em hating ass hoes they can (fall back)
I think they hating on me 'cause I'm (all black)
A merry vegetari with no dairy or spiritual fairy
So, when the vibe's gone
Who do you rely on?
Who do you cry on?
With ya Bible
Would advise you
To realize who
Would provide you
With a lie?
Half of this is hazardous
I package then I'm passing it
Surpass the fucking average
So imagine it in high
Definition
4 dimension
I permit
Your death submission
Flicking on your air condish
I'm obviously hot
Leave you cold
Let you rot
See yo spirit rise
Buss back
What's that
Falling from the sky?
We was young and screaming
7-4 alive
But five'll never die
And 6 could never live
If the 4 corners could collide
That's a lot of vice
Lord God bless the Chi
'Cause they want us to divide
My beat banging, deep in ya breast
It leave you breathless
Could go for the crown
But redefined what my success is
No gluttony, just us and we
We eating what we are
Dip into the dippers 'cause
We literally stars (stars) x3
We literally