My dome golden, my heart bleed Madison and Homan
Back to Madison and Kedzie, Madison and Albany, we right back into home again
Where the [?] was [?]
Intelligent and skilled until the fellas got the felons in their feelings
Yelling to the ceiling, [?] and pelicans is skeletons and villains, oh no
Old money, old money, veterans and millions, elegant and brilliant
Ain’t no food and liquor three, we on the medicine and killing
Off top, free Chip, yeah, uh
Generating Zen with some nice sword practice
Rest In Peace Virgil, LV, it’s Vice Lord backwards
A simple flip of the monogram, it ain’t sh#t, I had similes on my sonogram, my momma’s man
Before I was born I was I was doing reconnaissance
My barber taught me how to chop a n#gg# with my chopper hand
Not at all prophetic, just chauffeurs in Allah’s Lexus
The realest n#gg# alive, no prosthetics or cosmetics
Might catch the Holy Ghost and start speaking in NAS records
Said he came through the town, had the flames on his crown
The youth was all excited, and Memphis drooped his whole f#ckin’ name into the ground like
That’s this, what if rap had a blacksmith
The day you catch me lackin’ is the day Farrakhan eats catfish as a catholic
Reporting live from the blacklist
Accustomed to being this bad cause he packed it, but if they ask, that ain’t my bag cause I traffic
See the lights from the O spark, feeling like Austin meets Oak Park
100 Chicago’s, they want no parts
He at the MCA yelling “Go, Art”
At the strip club with his eyes closed and throat parched
Westside with my whole heart
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