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Coming from Chiraq
- He keep repeating my alias
- That dude Kalli gon be sleeping with the spirits in a timber box
- I'm the goddamn heir to Chiraq
- First and final, don’t test me, I’m quick to fire at
- Cause you counterfeit, moving like you down with it
- But we all know you ain’t been near to the 312
- Kalli, who the hell you tryna be? Yourself?
- On my turf I got soldiers that’ll hold and squeeze
- Have a body stretched flat out on the pavement, chief
- Solid from the jump, I ain't spend a dime for that
- And KO gave you every bar you had
- I spit sixteen and collect off rap
- You cry like a chick when her cycle peaks
- You gon push me to the edge when I light this leaf
- Olde Sigma keep my brain on track, skip that year
- Ain’t got patience for these clowns or these posers here
- Had to check in with the doc just to make it clear
- RapBoat is the moniker, I'm stepping outta Chiraq
- Only real ones see real, my bro
- You was sliding down poles, not riding with poles, you ain’t no killa
- Loced out til I vanish, know my clique I rep, Gen, Kimzillah
- Wealth, and Nick, in the section, when they checked, said you never step
- Buzz could twist a man’s brain in a second flat
- You rep Canada, but always tossing Chiraq in that
- I’m a Midwestern soldier, got love from both
- Gotta toke cause this clown keep scratching my palm
- I’ma leave that butterfly floating down on his lawn
- Don’t spit back unless you tryna get fed that hurt
- Word around? In the field I’m ten times worse
- Truth stings, I ain’t here to defend you, homie
- Before the beef, they called you beta, homie
- Wait, if I’m Sigma, then that would mean
- That it’s straight B.S. you can match with me
- That you can’t match with me
- Because it’s straight B.S.
- Because my handle’s Sigma, yeah that’s a fact
- Popping off the coast and we ain’t looking back
- Same thing as my OG
- Same block in the motherfucking Astro V
- Same rider, southeast Chiraq
- A grinder, a brother might clock ya
- And leave ya face down near the asphalt
- You ain't fucking with us, then it’s your fault, not Jeezy’s
- Just label me B, I’m on some Lil B shit
- And I’m that same figure
- On the block moving quicker
- Pushing out Chiraq’s question
- So call me “your Presence”
- Ayy you ain't gotta trust it, just watch and believe it if you wanna touch it
- Fam, this the Midwest though
- With us tryna bubble like toast
- In the town, and you wishing it’ll vanish?
- Sigma tells you that shit’s outlandish
- Because I’m Sigma, top pick born of a hooded soldier
- Midwest certified, I said I’m soldier
- And any fool think I’m joking
- Well that’s the message I’m loading
- It’s a Windy City move, navy silver suit
- On the block gliding, I don’t care to dispute
- Since that chrome ride slid with the plug inside
- Folk on the avenue saw the whole tribe
- When my track’s intact, all you hear em yap is:
- “Don’t trip on that cat, bitch”
- Sigma’s running the Chiraq train
- That’s the turf, and you really want smoke, son
- Sigma tells you it’s easier said than done
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