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