Little bit Country little bit hood

Yeah!

Chicago raised… Arizona made…

Little bit country, little bit hood…

You already know what the fuck it is!

Little bit country, little bit hood,

Raised in Chicago, now I’m livin’ real good.

Arizona heat, boots covered in dust,

Chasin’ that paper ‘cause I know what it cost.

Hard days, hard nights, yeah, life got rough,

But I said, “Fuck it, motherfucker, I ain’t givin’ up!”

From the city streets to the desert sky,

I’ma stack this paper till the day I die!

I was raised where the cold wind cut through your coat,

Chicago taught me how to stay on my toes.

Now I’m down in Arizona where the sun don’t quit,

Country-ass life but I still got that grit.

Got a cowboy hat, got a hood-ass soul,

Got a little bit of country but I’m still ten toes.

Dirt-road nights, four-wheel drive,

Arizona sunset while I’m feelin’ alive.

Life kicked my ass, yeah, I took some blows,

Had some fucked-up days nobody knows.

But I kept my head up, kept chasing that check,

Every damn setback put some steel in my chest.

Little bit country, little bit hood,

Raised in Chicago, now I’m livin’ real good.

Arizona heat, boots covered in dust,

Chasin’ that paper ‘cause I know what it cost.

Hard days, hard nights, yeah, life got rough,

But I said, “Fuck it, motherfucker, I ain’t givin’ up!”

From the city streets to the desert sky,

I’ma stack this paper till the day I die!

I ain’t got no silver spoon, I built this shit,

Had to work my ass off just to make it legit.

Country girls, dirt roads, moonlight glow,

But the Chicago in me still ain’t lettin’ go.

I like trucks, boots, rodeos, and the backwoods,

But throw me in the city and I’m still good.

Got that Midwest attitude mixed with desert air,

Middle finger up like I just don’t care.

Fuck the doubt, fuck the hate, fuck anybody saying

I ain’t gonna make it — watch the money I’m making.

I came from the struggle, now I’m chasing my dream,

Arizona living with a Chicago machine.

From the Windy City…

To the Valley of the Sun…

I ain’t finished, motherfucker—

I’m just getting started!

Little bit country, little bit hood,

Chicago raised, Arizona understood.

Hard days came but they made me tough,

Life got hard, so I got harder as fuck.

Dust on my boots, money on my mind,

Left that cold city life for the Arizona sunshine.

Country in my blood, Chicago in my soul,

I’m chasing that paper till I’m dead and gone!

A little bit country…

A little bit hood…

Chicago raised…

Arizona made…

And I’m still out here making that fucking paper.