[Chorus]
As I walk into the wind
I can't hear myself think and its lovely
Feel it coming from within
This that music for my people for my country
On fo'nem thats on the fin
Chicago streets out here tough yeah its ugly
Gotta get it, gotta win
Gotta do it cuz they think nothing of me
[verse 1] (Ali)
Pray all dogs go to heaven, so n***a why you sweating?
Stutter ya dialect just runnin thru like all these questions
Shutter ya eyes a bit, inhaling the ganja
Ya masked up hella revealing the monsters
Ya copy cats p**y we calling you copy clowns
I write it like I got arthritis, To Author
The people's champ
It's lit gon and spark lighters
& watch the hooligans speak again
Track screeching like car tires
Can't touch the flow its barb wire
I spit this sh** lift the bar higher
They understand me
That's just a little knowledge
I spit it to yo conscious
Cuz if I got it we up and coming, come mo luxury
Do what you want when you poppin bubbly, cmon love me
Know none like me so enticing
And that's word to spike lee
I do the right thing
Spit this truth like it be Gods writing
I spit this truth like I'll die fighting
Won't stop til I die flying
Get rich or I'll die trying
That's word to 50
Time on my head to blow buck50
I Skrt hit a buck50
Just chasing goals
Them boys be chasing fame
But that sh** comes with gold
So gone and take the name
Gon head take the Name
[verse 2] (Lukas G)
You don't know my city don't speak of where you've never been
It's a challenge keeping balance through places with heavy wind
Still through turbulence I fly
That's very common common sense
I do this for my people you should peep the Kingdom's product list
From outta state to 49th and state
DJ's get our records now they spin hot sh** like microwaves
These n***as riding micro waves
I get it in all kinda ways
I won't stop I'm stove-top pitted against some lighter flames
And I'm sooo tired of old folks asking where'd my goals go
Telling me I'm failing from the inside of they Volvo
They don't know my roads though
They don't understand my drive
My mind is sharp and Lukas got the handle of a samurai
So an*lyze that
Gigantic eye rap
A Titan b**h I stand with my hand on my sack
On foenem I'm never folding I go for whatever's golden
This jungle music gone hit from the Hundreds to Kedzie-Homan my n***a
[verse 3] (Syd Shaw)
Wake up grind automatic
Dust off my starter jacket
Duck duck them coppas packin
Get caught lacking
With that black skin
It's finito
They like
Why she don't rap petite tho
Cuz we missin meals like free throws
Got broken wings call me Nemo
While n***as backstroke on the flow
I just keep on swimming
Keep on give em that soul food
That sock with mad holes food
That monti Carlo Christo
Building stocks with this here Pencil
Watch em copy paste like stencil
Leaving vigils on my mental
These doubters
Got me fearing my power
But I am deity bow
Dat be king world is ours
Blessings to you and yours from me and mine
Ain't a ill as sick as I
Took a village to raise my mind
I just take my time
The sky only the limit if u timid and gullible
That's why u gotta get it
Like that Itch when it's rubbing you
Pray his grace is gone cover you
Know them n***as gone covet you
Off the cliff till huxtable
Swear I get way too comfortable
When the sun out
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