Chicago

🎤 “CHICAGO

Yeah, yeah!

Straight out the mud, motherfucker!

Chicago raised, you know how we coming.

Ain't no handouts, ain't no favors.

We get that money, that's the fucking mission!

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I'm Chicago made, got that gangsta in my veins,

Came up through the struggle, had to hustle through the pain.

Motherfuckers talk, but they never make a move,

I was busy getting money while they had something to prove.

I don't trust shit, I don't fuck with fake,

Got a pocket full of hustle and a whole lotta faith.

Ten toes down, yeah, I'm standing on my name,

You can take me out the hood, can't take the hood out my veins!VERSE 1]

I came from a place where you learn not to fold,

Where the nights get cold and the streets turn cold.

Had to grow up fast, had to get my own,

Nobody gave a fuck when I was on my own.

Now I'm coming through with a whole different attitude,

Middle finger up, motherfucker, that's my gratitude.

I ain't looking for friends, I ain't looking for fame,

I'm just trying to stack millions and remember my name.

I put in that work, I ain't asking for shit,

Built this motherfucker brick by brick.

They talk real loud but they ain't about action,

I'm all about the money, that's my only attraction.HOOK]

I'm Chicago made, got that gangsta in my veins,

Came up through the struggle, had to hustle through the pain.

Motherfuckers talk, but they never make a move,

I was busy getting money while they had something to prove.

I don't trust shit, I don't fuck with fake,

Got a pocket full of hustle and a whole lotta faith.

Ten toes down, yeah, I'm standing on my name,

You can take me out the hood, can't take the hood out my veins!VERSE 2]

Fuck what they say, I'ma do what I do,

Never needed their approval, never needed their crew.

I got a hustler's mind and a cold-ass heart,

Been a motherfucking grinder right from the start.

Money on my mind when I wake up daily,

Can't nobody stop me, can't nobody play me.

I don't chase clout, I don't chase no fame,

I chase that paper, put respect on my name.

From the Chi-Town blocks to the Arizona heat,

Still got that Chicago rhythm when I step to the beat.

Got that old-school attitude, new-school sound,

When that bassline hits, make the whole place bounce!VERSE 3

I been down, been broke, been counted out,

Now I'm turning all that struggle into something they talk about.

No sleep, all grind, motherfucker, that's facts,

If it ain't about the money, I ain't calling you back.

No fake love, no snakes in the grass,

I learned real quick who was real, who was trash.

Got a chip on my shoulder, got a fire inside,

I'm a motherfucking hustler, got nothing to hide.FINAL HOOK

CHICAGO MADE! That's the way I was raised!

Middle fingers up, let 'em all feel the bass!

CHICAGO MADE! Got that fire in my veins!

I ain't never gonna fold, I ain't changing my ways!

Get money! Get money! That’s the code I live by fuck fake friends I’m just reaching for the sky from the streets to the top let the whole world know Chicago my blood let the whole world know