Uh, momma raised a trooper
They tryna hit me in my head like Cooper
But I move like Super
With the hood on my shoulder like Bazookas
Early
I'm waking up the roosters
Until they late, and they waking up the future
And send me to the great wise ...
In a suit
Something looser
You see, I grew up around rootas of the tootas
I rephrase
I mean supporters of the snortas, I retraces
Become recorder of the corner
I set Madison on fire, like the looters in '92
Cooler, much more mature
You can pick it up off the floor like Hoovers
A newcomer, locin' with 2 numbers
The holidays of the hustler
I be a Huckleberry Doc Holiday with the peacemaker
F-N-F Upwards
I'm coming
'bout my money shot like West Coast productions
But I'm Chicago born & raised, formed & made
Company's coming, please inform your maids
First and!
(Gunshot)
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