I was in the street, with the heat since a silly kid And I’ll prolly rap ’bout some shit that I really did Survivor of wars where hoods only a Sig And we shootin’ shit up sober, I never needed a med I’m so Chicago, I mean Chi-raq dummy Only city with more murders than Iraq dummy I’mma boss, you can’t even talk to me di-rect, dummy Plug got exotic bowls for like 5 racks for me Post-traumatic paranoid, so I might act funny Either made it off of rap or you got Pyrex money Got a Eastside swag so my dialect funny If Rich was here he woulda never had to buy back Sonny Cause we gon’ slide ’til the sunny up, tie a nigga mommy up Fill the old semis up, fire the whole city up Never gave any fucks, you don’t get no pity chump Never heard a fitty dump, walk ’em down, hit ’em up Take that, take that, dancin’ like he Diddy slump Want smoke, gimme some, free, it’s for anyone Humble, but I’m cocky, scared of me like Fofty Bulletproof the whip cause my son in the car seat, uh, nigga Chi-raq with it, stay on top of him like Max with it And I’m still relaxed with it I restore that hip-hop feeling and mix facts with it [?] rep like my city, put that shit up on my back with it Ain’t nobody like me, guess I’m that different Slide the chopper back, hit it Act like I’m defensive, then react with it I know the real react, so I react different Had a hundred-thousand, 18 Ain’t want a deal, I had a pack shipping My freshmen year of high school, I was Act’ sippin’ Tried cuttin’ that shit, I lost Max and started back sippin’ Die for Pookie, Slim, before I wrap my favorite pack sniffer He gon’ let us know it’s real thraxx, so we can tax niggas Why they posted up with rats, like they dap-snitches Ain’t get killed the first time, now he back snitching I got niggas out in max, doing max sentences It’s G Herbo, and I know all the Chi-raq menaces