[Produced by BmfnTaylor]
[Hook: Sydney Jay]
I don't know where y'all tryina' go
But I'm tryina get to my promised land
Pack your bags it's time to go
Cause we gotta get to our promised land
My promised, my promised, my promised
My promised land
My promised, my promised, my promised
My promised land
I don't know where y'all tryina' go
But I'm tryina get to my promised land
[Verse: Matt Muse]
Young king from the south side
Where all them black boys & girls cried
Hustlers pushin' for that new ride
I know y'all already know about the great Chicago
Still I wrote a song about it
Like to hear it? Here it go
Use to take the CTA down to Morgan Park
Always sat in the back, forgive me Rosa Parks
Them n***as spat Kanye in each and every hallway
Had the cla** been on the dropout
I'da had straight A's
9/11/07
Graduation was a blessing
This was 8 yrs before, but Ye was playin all day n***a
All day n***as brains go insane
Cause this life ain't nothin' like the one that T-Pain sang
Robbed on ya' own block
Shots at the bus stop
Even kids gettin' hit
Dog, that's where the buck stops
When them jackers want cha' green
Dog that's where ya luck stops
Hardest thing I ever seen was my parents tears drop
When my granny's heart stopped
That's was when I vowed to make a change
Pack my bags, hit the road, & conquer everything
Momma said "if you don't make it back by night fall"
Just promise me you'll pick up when me & pops call"
I got you
[Hook: Sydney Jay]
I don't know where y'all tryina' go
But I'm tryina' get to my promised land
I don't know where y'all tryina' go
But I'm tryina' get to my promised land
[Verse 2: Matt Muse]
Hot & fresh like the devil bathing in a kettle
Watch ya feet, don't step on my new bezel
While I'm wiping off the kicks
& once that dust settles
You'll see so much bread
You'd swear my name was Hansel Gretel
But it's still Matt Muse, still k**in' you fools
Got no time for interviews, busy shining my j**els
So much a** on Ash
Damn near gave her the cash
The dame tried to rock-a-fella
So I had to dash
I spaz, you last, I last
Got two Franklin's on the dash
Mink on the air bags
So you comfy when we crash
Plottin Pinky & The Brain
On that new pinky rang
That was when my phone rang
& I woke up from that dream
To Charmaine
[Outro: Matt Muse]
She said "son I don't mean to preach ya
But It's something on my heart
So I had to reach ya
We all want the name, fame and a little change
But once you caught up in them chains
You can't make a change
You make me proud baby boy, gone, do ya thang
& don't get caught in them chains, just make a change
& make the city proud, when ya do ya thang
& no matter where you go
Remember from where you came"
I got you