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god - a new chicago lyrics

[verse]
yes i’m talking money block, where the money never stop
all this work is confidential, let me tell you what i’ve been through
yesterday was quite insane, the block was hot just like a flame
12 doing photo shoots, n-ggas singing vocal booth
n-ggas shaking up the cr-ps, definition of the trap
b-tches looking for a drink, dirty dishes in the sink
n-ggas rolling up the kush, mix it with the reggie bush
just to make the blunt stretch, [?] cause i’m next
shots on the next block, seem like it never stop
see this sh-t like everyday n0body getting out the way
cluckers asking for some change i told him that he need to change
he done wore them clothes for a week ain’t even been asleep
p.o. knocking at the door, i done went to the store
now they got me on the 6 to 6 i can’t believe this sh-t
now they blowing up my phone i’m supposed to be at home
tryin to catch me slippin but you know i keep it pimpin’ homes
ran through through the back door met them at the front door
they ask me where i was coming from i told them from the second floor
man that sh-t was h-lla close, plus i had to throw the toast
bags in my left jaw, tired of f-ckin’ with the law
thinkin i should leave the field, but i need a hundred mill
plus i got a hundred bills, i ain’t got a record deal
family need another meal, so i’m bagging up a heel
feel like i can never chill like i’m poppin’ h-lla pills
plus i’m sippin’ h-lla lean, i done turned into a fiend
i can’t even eat right, without it i can’t sleep at night
i need to put my cup down, off this sh-t i’m stuck now
i dun ran into some hoes, told them b-tches take me home
sleepin’ in the front seat, out cold, lunch meat
wake up i was at the crib, showed them b-tches where i live
i’ve been leanin’ all night, f-ckin up my all whites
fallin through the front door, now i’m layin on the floor
its 3 so everybody sleep, everyone except for me
think i heard the phone ring, then i heard the bell ring
man my eyes low as h-ll, open up the door its 12
lights flashing in my eyes, now i’m thinking of a lie
i forget it’s 3am so i don’t have to lie to them
now they asking for id i think them b-tches ride me
i ask them why they double back they say to keep me on my track
told ’em my ideas they told me i was really trippin
now they trying to take me in just to run my fingerprints
his partner say he gotta dip, god bless me h-lla quick
never told my granddad he confused plus he mad
he ask me why they at his house, now he tryin to put me out
say i got nowhere to go he say i need to hit the door
i’m the first to bring some trouble now he know i f-ckin hustle
say he know what i’m about he don’t want to lose his house
my auntie tried to cuss me out try to make him put me out
i said my auntie tried to cuss me out try to make him put me out
f-ck is wrong with you?

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