| Chi town
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| Chi town
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| Summer Cherries
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| In my hometown, where they play at the park from light till dark
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| I rest my case where I rest my face and
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| The sidewalk space is filled with chalk
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| There’s a place inside my heart that nobody can ever make its mark
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| Like my hometown do from the crowned
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| Jewels that of course my city taught me
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| Monday through Thursday’s are boring and the Sunday’s I mourn
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| On the weekend I’m off the deep end
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| Hear the beat tweaking in my eardrum
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| Then my momma hear the tone, Auntie Pam on the phone
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| Is he with you, is he on the pew, I don’t see him, he gone
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| Oh shit, I’m in trouble, I got to get away
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| Carpe Diem, that’s the reason I got to seize the day
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| I do it easily, because in my city
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| No animosity to those that we call family
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| Then I hit the cuzzo crib, pop Call Of Duty in
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| Where’s the controller, pass it over, I’m gone get this win
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| And that’s just how the day fly
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| In the city that I stand by
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| And so they ask me bout that hometown anthem
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| If you from around why you asking
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| That’s when she say she not from around but if you show me the town |
| We’ll get this whole crowd dancing, aye
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| And that shit bang, that shit bang, that shit bang
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| That shit bang, that banging
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| In my hometown, aye
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| In my hometown
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| There’s nowhere that I go, that feels like Chicago
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| There’s nowhere that I go, that feels like Chicago
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| It’s the city where the wind blows, and there’s so many pretty lights
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| There’s nowhere that I go
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| That feels like Chicago, its the greatest in the world
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| I’m too much, I’m too much, put me in third quarter, I’m too clutch
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| Like game time when I rhyme
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| At the flip of a dime, get change like two bucks
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| That hospitality mentality, that’s just how we do bruh
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| We just like family, come around and we show you just who to trust
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| Trust me we good people, we not evil my nigga
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| But you got to remember that it gets cold in December
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| So come on and get a plate
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| Dinner time’s around seven thirty, don’t be late
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| And I don’t know why we so real
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| But it’s a feeling nobody can kill
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| Give you that good stuff when you need a meal
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| Show you that life, that is just so ideal |
| You can say what you want, say what you like
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| You can talk about crime
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| You can say what you want, say what you like
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| But there’s no city like mine
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| So they ask me about that hometown anthem
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| If you from around, why you asking
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| That’s when she say she not from around, but if you show me the town
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| We’ll get this whole crowd dancing
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| And that shit bang, that shit band, that shit bang
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| That shit bang, that banging
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| In my hometown, aye
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| In my hometown
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| The truth is we ruthless
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| When I come to the gun, we like cupid
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| We aim for the heart in the dark and they gangbang
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| Ain’t no shame you stupid
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| Cause it’s useless to call us out
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| We come from the slums dumb dumb, no doubt
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| Where we play rough and it make me tough
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| That’s why I don’t cuss, don’t puff, don’t pout, my nigga
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| Come get a taste, come get a taste
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| Of my city C H I T O W N, where we begin
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| All of the trends that even you and me know
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| We see no limit in the sky
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| City never shy, got to be the goat
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| Greatest of all time, hall of fame in mind
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| Doing this for mine and my people |
| There’s nowhere that I go, that feels like Chicago
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| There’s nowhere that I go, that feels like Chicago
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| It’s the city where the wind blows, and there’s so many pretty lights
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| There’s nowhere that I go, that feels like Chicago |