I got six and still ain't pickin' up a stranger's man The ain't real but I be damned if the danger ain't walk up on Chuck, disrespecting his home town He flip on that Detroit switchin', it in his voice I'm Chicago, Illinois, even if I had a choice I woulda' picked the crib that I grew up in And DK NY designed these king on my bed You still on Ian Connor's page pick what to wear, yeah These peasants fresh as me? me how still distressin' t's on they couch Rock band tees and bands don't know nothin' 'bout You heard of Iron Maiden Bro that don't even count Get that goofy out my face I hit send on that text message I'm workin', flexin', makin' music, protecting Like "what up Chuck, God damn man, it's me and you and all these bills" And we the style that they try to steal They be runnin' off with it like drills
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