I'm armed to the neck, son, don't matter what you think
method's what you seek, but you gotta love the pink
ask yourself why you stink, when you don't push yourself
remember our childhood, yours happy, full of wealth
maybe you're happy still, your wife don't take the pill
everywhere, everywhere, little kids everywhere
damn you're a lucky man, time is my house of sand
take it all, I don't care about the property
only don't forget to wash your hands when dirty
trouble finds me, from high or low, so I don't know
how to let go of past grievances, time does last
eternal when you look death in the eye sockets
nevermind the money deep inside my pockets
everywhere everyone wants a piece of the pie
catch me while I'm around, I'm nowhere to be found
kissing cousins double for a doppelganger
sitting pretty ain't so witty in the city
only if the streets weren't so full of gangbangers
nothing kills a party like a murder, pity
dumb ass thugs think they own it all even the sky
on these streets, Chicago, I'm armed to the neck, son
no one gonna stop me, I got lead in my gun
talk trash all you want, girl, too young to know this world
momma got your coattails, holds tight to not let go
another dumb ass thug driving towards her death
trouble with ignorance, it takes your breath away
tell me, did you even see me in the crosswalk
even if you just missed, you got some mouth to talk
rubbish like in the hood, too good for that, too good
when you find everyone you know in pain, they say
how black magic ain't real, but I'll teach you to feel
after you nearly run me over with your car
take a moment to think how far you'd get, how far
yesterday, I talked back, out of my character
only if you killed me, Impatient Impala
under the wheels, you hit and run, roll over me
take it to another level, you come party
hearty at the nightclub where I work, as you see
in a different setting, the tables turn, holla
nonsense until your face turns blue, I see you stir
kiss up, no one to blame, I'm on to the next one
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