Released: March 26, 2021
Songwriter: SC VIC MENSA Justin Gregory Smith Glenn Johnson DJ Pharris
Producer: Just Blaze SC
[Intro: DJ Pharris & VIC MENSA]
This Chicago, nigga
DJ Pharris
Yo, Vic
Take it to 47th street
Just Blaze on the beat
SC
Southside
Hyde Park
Moosa, Mansa Musa
Uh (Just Blaze)
[Verse 1: VIC MENSA]
Real as they come
Where I'm from, I'm the trillest one
Raised by the dealers in the village slum
Unemployment's high, it's harder to get a gig than to get a gun
They ain't got no woodshop class, so the kids drill for fun
You hear me?
I know the killers well, no Free Willy
They make a fiasco out of you for some free chili
Woo, I can't lose, I got Allah with me
It's just me and Ferrari Sheppard up in that 550
God sent mе, had situations but I got sitchy
Got blickies sent on location when it got iffy
Thеy must heard I got my bread up
And they know they can't catch up
So now they in a pickle, that's a Chi glizzy
I'm relishing the moment, shit, everything is golden
They sleepin' on me, niggas must be on that melatonin
But my career is rollin', I just needed more exposure
You get exposed, I'm sonning niggas, no Maury Povich
Them SAVEMONEY soldiers, hocus pocus
As dope as blue magic in the nose of a smoker
I live the life of mimosas and chauffeurs, I'm overly focused, oh
My flow ain't too fast, y'all too slow, oh
[Bridge: VIC MENSA]
Love me or hate me, you niggas ain't make me, you could never break me
Oh, and this city, that's mine
Stickin' my flag in this shit
Let me talk to 'em
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 2: VIC MENSA]
Niggas looked in my eyes, said I could never come back
And then they watch me come back
I'm gifted with the Nina, a leader to the young blacks
A hater tweeted a photo with me asking, "Where the guns at?"
What you thought was in the Heron Preston shoulder bag, dumbass? One strap
'Cause I'd rather be caught packin' than be caught lackin'
Shit, I could pay bond, I can't buy my way out a casket
I snapped back when they started capping, ask 'em
They put my face on that T-shirt and they saw what happened
Bro put 'em on a R.I.P. shirt and we called it fashion
That's on the five, word to all the Jacksons
I'm bumpin' the Tribe on a quest, in an electric car relaxin'
I'm on the Low End, I'm up North from the pole where it's snowin'
They tried to murder the whistleblower, I'm Joseph Snowden
You could go decode it and let's see what you come back with
My hitters work the freeway, this is deeper than rap shit
Nipsey Hussle flow, this my victory lap, bitch (Victory lap, bitch)
[Outro: DJ Pharris]
Woo
As we proceed
Feels so good
It's like we back in Baseline
Andy, what up?
Dave, what up?
SC, what up?
Success, what up?
Chi town
We off to the moon
Let's go
[Interlude: Swavell]
Man, I'm feelin' that, bro
I love that shit, bro
People like yourself
You, you, you reachin' out to us, bro, like
Just the energy you givin' me right now, bro
It's givin' me energy to live, bro, to have hope, and want to live, so, that's, that's true leadership, so
Stay to that face, man, your true face is that of God
Thank you for using Securus
This Chicago, nigga
DJ Pharris
Yo, Vic
Take it to 47th street
Just Blaze on the beat
SC
Southside
Hyde Park
Moosa, Mansa Musa
Uh (Just Blaze)
[Verse 1: VIC MENSA]
Real as they come
Where I'm from, I'm the trillest one
Raised by the dealers in the village slum
Unemployment's high, it's harder to get a gig than to get a gun
They ain't got no woodshop class, so the kids drill for fun
You hear me?
I know the killers well, no Free Willy
They make a fiasco out of you for some free chili
Woo, I can't lose, I got Allah with me
It's just me and Ferrari Sheppard up in that 550
God sent mе, had situations but I got sitchy
Got blickies sent on location when it got iffy
Thеy must heard I got my bread up
And they know they can't catch up
So now they in a pickle, that's a Chi glizzy
I'm relishing the moment, shit, everything is golden
They sleepin' on me, niggas must be on that melatonin
But my career is rollin', I just needed more exposure
You get exposed, I'm sonning niggas, no Maury Povich
Them SAVEMONEY soldiers, hocus pocus
As dope as blue magic in the nose of a smoker
I live the life of mimosas and chauffeurs, I'm overly focused, oh
My flow ain't too fast, y'all too slow, oh
[Bridge: VIC MENSA]
Love me or hate me, you niggas ain't make me, you could never break me
Oh, and this city, that's mine
Stickin' my flag in this shit
Let me talk to 'em
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 2: VIC MENSA]
Niggas looked in my eyes, said I could never come back
And then they watch me come back
I'm gifted with the Nina, a leader to the young blacks
A hater tweeted a photo with me asking, "Where the guns at?"
What you thought was in the Heron Preston shoulder bag, dumbass? One strap
'Cause I'd rather be caught packin' than be caught lackin'
Shit, I could pay bond, I can't buy my way out a casket
I snapped back when they started capping, ask 'em
They put my face on that T-shirt and they saw what happened
Bro put 'em on a R.I.P. shirt and we called it fashion
That's on the five, word to all the Jacksons
I'm bumpin' the Tribe on a quest, in an electric car relaxin'
I'm on the Low End, I'm up North from the pole where it's snowin'
They tried to murder the whistleblower, I'm Joseph Snowden
You could go decode it and let's see what you come back with
My hitters work the freeway, this is deeper than rap shit
Nipsey Hussle flow, this my victory lap, bitch (Victory lap, bitch)
[Outro: DJ Pharris]
Woo
As we proceed
Feels so good
It's like we back in Baseline
Andy, what up?
Dave, what up?
SC, what up?
Success, what up?
Chi town
We off to the moon
Let's go
[Interlude: Swavell]
Man, I'm feelin' that, bro
I love that shit, bro
People like yourself
You, you, you reachin' out to us, bro, like
Just the energy you givin' me right now, bro
It's givin' me energy to live, bro, to have hope, and want to live, so, that's, that's true leadership, so
Stay to that face, man, your true face is that of God
Thank you for using Securus