Lyrics So Chicago (feat. 290 Roe) - Fairplay 2333

The basement too crowed
I'm thinking about a penthouse
I remember being so hurt but couldn't sit out
Mouth dry been so thirsty couldn't spit out
First aid medical staff couldn't help the kid out
Now I Pelle dollars but first I had to Get Out
Hear me out so Important when I gotta speak
You lack knowledge but it's guidelines to the streets
You ever seen a pack of Wolves love a Sheep
It's a dog eat dog world
Gotta go and get it if you wasn't born with it
Gotta have hustle if you born dim-witted
Lights don't shine less you go flip the switch
And that's word to Edison
Don't burn the filaments
Learn ya etiquettes
Gotta do dirt and go and hide the shovel kid
Don't put it on Instagram providin' evidence
Gotta stick walk for the stick talk
The young niggas a knock ya lips off
And yo baby momma gone suck his dick off
This life in the trench get drench even if sun out
Granny keep the kids inside they can come out
Playground more like a range they got the gun out
Niggas talk trash with they kid
They take his son out
Damn this deeper than rap
Christmas around the corner and Santa ain't black
Momma ain't gotta dollar she addicted to crack
Dope man gotta Benz he addicted to that
We live fast die young we was gifted at that
Not gifted at dyin' we was gifted at flying
With no saftey net
Runnin back through the field where no safety at
Dat stumble a make you fumble
That fumble a make you humble
Get beat or learn to Rumble

Triple threat pivot on my square think sidewalk
Started by the curb on the streets like a sidewalk
Be a man nigga speak up if you gone side talk
Leave the side-eye to the bitches
The scale read well when you doing digits
Bottom of the pile get wild I had to fight out
Light switch Thrity my homie
They turnt his lights out
Generate a plan in vans and had to ride out
Door slide hunnit let go before I hideout
Sitting by the window like Malcolm I'm tryna X sum-in
Nike on my feet I'm chasin I'm tryna check sum'in
Flyin in the stream got dreams I'm tryna Jet sum-in
Head in the clouds smoke feelin my lungs up
Too many bros got lost for me to trust sum
Too many hoes just lust how Ima love one
Daughter on my mind it's fine just tryna hug her
Baby mama trippin rediculous I'm tryna stand firm
I just left the court to the trap that's how a man earn
Work a 9 to 5 or halves to wholes
Now its pills and bows to rocks and blows
Now a valentine but her X got Os
Ion't even wanna hustle tryna chase my goals
Forth July how this spark fly and leave this pole
Him or me them or us
Boy this world is cold