[featuring sean lett]
Intro: common
Yeah, one two, bless
Yeah yeah, check it
I got my mellow sean lett
He gonna get down for yall chicago style
Eighty-seven, you know the bidness, check it
Chorus: common, sean lett
After eight years of my life, of smoking and drinking
The world keeps spinning, so lately Ive been thinking
After eight years of my life, of smoking and drinking
The world keeps spinning, so lately Ive been thinking
Verse one: common
Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet
Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick Ive adopted
Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be game
Hoes in the stable, none do I claim
Niggaz with nothin to shoot for, at they only aim
Gramps in the choir singin its gonna rain
In the midst of precipitation, I make the power
Manipulations, so my offspringll be straight for generations
Got connections in the nation
To incarceration, to general population
More lyrics than jason, look me in the face when you speak to me
You got a tattoo? bitch youse a freak to me
Seeking the, good sess material
Asking whens my next video
Bitch get a job and get your ass in somebodys university
Enroll your youngun in a nursery
And cleam him up, comb his hair, cover yourself
You want a man to love you you aint loving yourself
Im discovering wealth watches wisdom in ways
To make it in the last days, now bring it on
Chorus
Verse two: sean lett
I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world
Then ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl
Aint this a bitch, myself still a child
I want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on stoney isle
Better school her, so presence is your seed in society
Parks of envy jealous niggaz crack fiends yes indeed
I wont misleed and you can best believe
Im just a blink away shorty anytime that you need
See I know right now, youre just too young to understand
Asking questions, why pops and moms dont be holding hands
Dont you worry about it yet, in due time well explain
Why having you, created just an everlasting shame
Bringing joy witcha smiles, tripping when you first walked
Knowing somebodys child is gettin outlined in chalk
Just relieved it aint you, I got much love for you boo
Cause it aint nuthin that these skanless niggaz in these streets
Wont do
Stop me if Im lying, see my race is steady dying
Short methods to making cream, bullets sprays and shatters dreams
See basically, chi-towns game-related and designed
Niggaz store up theirs and down opposite signs
Chorus
Outro: sean lett, common
Its like that yall (yeah yeah)
Common sense and dirty mizer on the set yall
Sean lett
We gonna get down like that
My man eddie c on the board
We coming through yall for eighty-seventh street
Seventy-first and everybody in south show
We coming through for niggaz on the west side
Down in the ickies, all up and down state
We gonna keep it straight like that
We straight out for gold
You call it chi-town its still our town
Holding it down like this with that eighty-seven sound
We talking about rocking niggaz state to state nationwide
On the real its like that
Straight up south side is where we loaf
Shit be real around these parts, Im serious
Youknowhatimsayin? hear me
You know what? we out though
