Mic, What up man I told you man I'm feeling real happy to be from chicago And since I'm presently on the incline I feel inclined to invite ya'll In the mind I'm feelin real spiffy Signed sealed illest label deal in the city Check me and my fifty dollar fifty-nine fifty Buyin diamonds is just no longer in me So no more chains flooded watches on the right Hand I work like a Mexican spend like a white man That's right man I could Bentley afford Instead I coped a couple skateboards and Some sneakers my kick game is crazy Keep a french eyeglass a backstage pass and a Model for a lady Charlia stop winein I got a bottle ya babies Don't get gassed up on what ya pomp-pomp [?] Think Cause the heart still dark as my Bloncic ink [?] But the real OG'S told me fall on back You got a secret service now you call on that If that ain't real mane I fall on tacks I'm feelin real good I think I might post in here And hold the westside down like it's a coast This year Bishop G they told me I should come down cousin But I flatly refuse I ain't dumb down nuffin Like BOW Lovin the Chi right now Comm Sense the Priest Bump Jay ta chief Kanye the champ Twista man the Beast Crucial still the king Kato [?] rest in peace And for those that ain't never met I I own 1st and 15th I'm Lupe the Jedi Jay don't mind me I'm just blowin my zone up Doin it bout as fly as a maggot grown up And still got a life that's back in the palms up Just give me a foldin chair I ain't after the Throne but Got a broken left flow that ain't no body ain't touch Just sayin if FnF ain't up Friend naw This ain't a pen this a paint brush and I intend to rearrange how they paint us And...