| Turned Chiraq to Chicaglo
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| And he got a hunnid on
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| Niggas die for what they want
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| Then I lost hope
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| I lost HEC, then I lost hope
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| Life get tough as a rope, tug of war
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| Gotta protect the gold from the wars
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| Protect your energy for you and yours
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| Can’t throw my life away for diamond chokers
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| And they gon' hear my voice from coast to coast
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| My mama know my boys, I’m like a
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| I tell my bitch I love her had to mold her
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| I lost blood in the street, no diagnosis
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| So put the heat in his mouth, halitosis
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| We don’t read but we 'bout audios
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| And only God can judge us for our wrongs
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| I come from the same blocks as Chief Keef Soo
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| And fuck on us, say thot, scream «Durkio»
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| HEC the first person I sent pesos
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| Five hundred thousand, his top went gold
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| City full of calicos, Givenchy, ain’t no Kenneth Cole
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| Chicago full of menace souls
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| Turned Chiraq to Chicaglo
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| pull up in a ghost
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| And he got a hunned on
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| There niggas trust the stove
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| Niggas die for what they want
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| I lost HEC, then I lost hope
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| Life get tough as a rope, tug of war
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| Gotta protect the gold from the wars
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| Protect your energy for you and yours
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| Can’t throw my life away for diamond chokers
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| And they gon' help my boys from coast to coast
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| My mama know my boys, I’m like a
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| I tell my bitch I love her had to mold her |