[Intro]

Ay

It's Fleejay 100 grand back in this bitch, man

I'ma show y'all how this shit go

Look

[Verse 1]

I'm so Chicago

Where niggas die for they block

It's hard to get a job so niggas whip out the pot

And if you don't got a Glock then you get put in a box

It's real where I'm from, it's either you with it or not

Have you seen your homie get popped?

Have you ever been shot

Have you ever seen a nigga die cause of his wristwatch?

Have you ever seen somebody knock a nigga shit off?

I'm tired of these wanna-be killers

Now I'm pissed off

I've been through so much pain that I can't cry no more

I'm trying to keep it cool but I can't try no more

I heard the ops hanging out so we gonna slide some more

I'm a let that chopper ride till it can't no more

And if you try to act tough

I'm gonna let that mac bust

You ain't never clapped none, I'm shooting shit like Paxson

My pocket's full of Jacksons

I'm focused on this rapping

And I ain't going on vacation, but you know I'm packing

[Bridge]

And I ain't going on vacation, but you know I'm packing

Bitch, I'm never lacking

1400 baby, yeah I'm ready for that action

[Verse 2]

I'm so Chicago

Or should I say Chiraq?

Where niggas try to slang then they get turned to a pack

Mama's crying every night cause they can't get their son back

I heard you got your gun took and you ain't get your gun back

If you bragging about that street shit

Then I can't honor that

They like when that heat dropping, ooh I got a lot of that

Everybody hating on me

Cause they know that I could rap

Man, I love it when my fans

Ask me for my autograph

I'm rolling off this pill, I'm like damn, where the water at?

I heard he got that work, so we rushed him like a quarterback

You don't want to beef with me

Bitch, I'll get your daughter snatched

Have you on your knees begging: "Can I get my daughter back?"

I know that you soft, you ain't cut like me

You the types to run, bitch I'm going up and squeeze

A lot of these rat niggas can't fuck with me

My grandma told me chase my dream and that shit stuck with me

If you asking for a handout, can't get shit from me

Where you was at when I was broke? You ain't give a fuck about me

You left me out starving, I thought you was down with me

You just another fake nigga that just doubted me

That just doubted me

That just doubted me