I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home
I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,
Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,
My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow
And ya section know when any day tecs could blow
For the first time we truly met was chicago,
Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit
South side, tc your sick toxic topics aren't toxic
Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right
Askin what i know about the struggle? 502 south side/
Now you got me hopped up on that
South side we on this shit
New school, old school outside
Time to think about dark side
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