[Common:] I'm from Chicago, nobody’s smiling *****z wyling on Stoney Island Where the chief and the president come from Pop out, pop pills, pop guns On the deck when the ops come Pop some, ops run This ain’t a game *****, ain't no options *****z sellin on the block like an auction Dig into my pockets, see a profit Where the money and the *****es is where the gods is Godfathers in the lodges, at the spot Holdin money, like a hostage She went ostrich.. from the projects with posture I draw with the goddess like an artist Gettin paper with no margins, money gods I do it for Hadiya and Trayvon Martin, yo [Common:] In the Chi, ain't a damn thing funny Thinkin of ways to get money Drive down Lake Shore, schemin how to make more If we ain't eatin together, what is this cake for? Ain't nobody givin it, that's what we take for *****z is broke, what I need a break for? Glaciers of ice, lasers and lice Let the chains glow heavy, we paid for 'em twice Made for the life, ball out like we out of bounds Bars and guns, *****z got a lot of rounds ..Trippin like you from out of town The fo'-pound'll leave you on the ground without a sound Ain't no fathers 'round, +Sons of Anarchy+ Fightin attempts, trafficking, and grand larceny At the party with the thots with the extra body I'm in the inner city, it's an out-of-body.. experience [Malik Yusef:] Face on T-*******rts with no #hashtags Just big-ass trash bags tagged hash Out here, *******t been trill Fake-ass gangster, quick to take a fag’s cash Five versus six, Star Wars No stickers, real bullet holes in car doors Out of ten people that was shot, 7 ate 9's Two trey 8's, and one fo'-fives Tryna get to two-threes, the numbers game Then here come the fame, but they won't say no names Are these celebrities way too shy to be loyal to the town? I take my publi*******ng check and spread my royalties around Popes, bishops, disciples, stones Counts, princes, lords, queens and kings They drillin on my land but ain't no oil to be found I might be part of the problem I guess they just tryna prove they can back that *******t up Most of them can't e'en moonwalk My lil' cousin Bump J don't know what he did when he introduced that goon talk Is there a Scarface castin at the crib I don't know about? So many shortys have tried out for the role That's why he slide out and ride out with the pole Now I see how my daddy felt the dark day he discovered that black power didn't keep the lights on Right on, the dearly departed still rappin to you Lookin for some yellow, white, red, black, brown flesh to write on How long will they mourn me after I'm out of mind, out of sight, gone A crash, a head-on collision affects both riders the most G.O.O.D. Music in the building Yeah we got ghost writers, they just actually ghosts
[Common:] I'm from Chicago, nobody’s smiling *****z wyling on Stoney Island Where the chief and the president come from Pop out, pop pills, pop guns On the deck when the ops come Pop some, ops run This ain’t a game *****, ain't no options *****z sellin on the block like an auction Dig into my pockets, see a profit Where the money and the *****es is where the gods is Godfathers in the lodges, at the spot Holdin money, like a hostage She went ostrich.. from the projects with posture I draw with the goddess like an artist Gettin paper with no margins, money gods I do it for Hadiya and Trayvon Martin, yo [Common:] In the Chi, ain't a damn thing funny Thinkin of ways to get money Drive down Lake Shore, schemin how to make more If we ain't eatin together, what is this cake for? Ain't nobody givin it, that's what we take for *****z is broke, what I need a break for? Glaciers of ice, lasers and lice Let the chains glow heavy, we paid for 'em twice Made for the life, ball out like we out of bounds Bars and guns, *****z got a lot of rounds ..Trippin like you from out of town The fo'-pound'll leave you on the ground without a sound Ain't no fathers 'round, +Sons of Anarchy+ Fightin attempts, trafficking, and grand larceny At the party with the thots with the extra body I'm in the inner city, it's an out-of-body.. experience [Malik Yusef:] Face on T-*******rts with no #hashtags Just big-ass trash bags tagged hash Out here, *******t been trill Fake-ass gangster, quick to take a fag’s cash Five versus six, Star Wars No stickers, real bullet holes in car doors Out of ten people that was shot, 7 ate 9's Two trey 8's, and one fo'-fives Tryna get to two-threes, the numbers game Then here come the fame, but they won't say no names Are these celebrities way too shy to be loyal to the town? I take my publi*******ng check and spread my royalties around Popes, bishops, disciples, stones Counts, princes, lords, queens and kings They drillin on my land but ain't no oil to be found I might be part of the problem I guess they just tryna prove they can back that *******t up Most of them can't e'en moonwalk My lil' cousin Bump J don't know what he did when he introduced that goon talk Is there a Scarface castin at the crib I don't know about? So many shortys have tried out for the role That's why he slide out and ride out with the pole Now I see how my daddy felt the dark day he discovered that black power didn't keep the lights on Right on, the dearly departed still rappin to you Lookin for some yellow, white, red, black, brown flesh to write on How long will they mourn me after I'm out of mind, out of sight, gone A crash, a head-on collision affects both riders the most G.O.O.D. Music in the building Yeah we got ghost writers, they just actually ghosts
