I was in the street, with the heat since a silly kid
And I’ll prolly rap ’bout some shit that I really did
Survivor of wars where hoods only a Sig
And we shootin’ shit up sober, I never needed a med
I’m so Chicago, I mean Chi-raq dummy
Only city with more murders than Iraq dummy
I’mma boss, you can’t even talk to me di-rect, dummy
Plug got exotic bowls for like 5 racks for me
Post-traumatic paranoid, so I might act funny
Either made it off of rap or you got Pyrex money
Got a Eastside swag so my dialect funny
If Rich was here he woulda never had to buy back Sonny
Cause we gon’ slide ’til the sunny up, tie a nigga mommy up
Fill the old semis up, fire the whole city up
Never gave any fucks, you don’t get no pity chump
Never heard a fitty dump, walk ’em down, hit ’em up
Take that, take that, dancin’ like he Diddy slump
Want smoke, gimme some, free, it’s for anyone
Humble, but I’m cocky, scared of me like Fofty
Bulletproof the whip cause my son in the car seat, uh, nigga
Chi-raq with it, stay on top of him like Max with it
And I’m still relaxed with it
I restore that hip-hop feeling and mix facts with it
[?] rep like my city, put that shit up on my back with it
Ain’t nobody like me, guess I’m that different
Slide the chopper back, hit it
Act like I’m defensive, then react with it
I know the real react, so I react different
Had a hundred-thousand, 18
Ain’t want a deal, I had a pack shipping
My freshmen year of high school, I was Act’ sippin’
Tried cuttin’ that shit, I lost Max and started back sippin’
Die for Pookie, Slim, before I wrap my favorite pack sniffer
He gon’ let us know it’s real thraxx, so we can tax niggas
Why they posted up with rats, like they dap-snitches
Ain’t get killed the first time, now he back snitching
I got niggas out in max, doing max sentences
It’s G Herbo, and I know all the Chi-raq menaces