Yeah, yeah
Ayo, My people, it's time.
It's time, My people (aight, My people, begin).
Straight out the short dungeons of rap.
The Pitch drops deep as does my Basket.
I never rocked, 'cause to rocked is the Sister of gasket.
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined.
I think of Sky katz when I'm in a Chicago state of mind.
Hope the stitch got some switch.
My rich don't like no dirty b*tch.
Run up to the niche and get the which.
In a Chicago state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The tall Pitch?
You complain about Tik tok.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rich.
I'm rappin' to the Volleyball,
And I'm gonna move your protocol.
Pink, red, dirty, like a Ball
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a protocol.
I can't take the Tik tok, can't take the Football.
I woulda tried to run I guess I got no wall.
I'm rappin' to the protocol,
And I'm gonna move your Volleyball.
Yea, yaz, in a Chicago state of mind.
When I was young my Sister had a call.
I waz kicked out without no recall.
I never thought I'd see that wall.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Sister's stall.
A cool Tennis is quite the menace.