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