Intro: Common
 Yeah  one two  bless
 Yeah yeah  check it
 I got my mellow Sean Lett
 He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style
 Eighty seven  you know the bidness  check it
 Chorus: Common  Sean Lett
 After eight years of my life  of smoking and drinking
 The world keeps spinning  so lately I've been thinking
 After eight years of my life  of smoking and drinking
 The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking
 Verse One: Common
 Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet
 Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I've adopted
 Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be game
 Hoes in the stable, none do I claim
 Niggaz with nothin to shoot for, at they only aim
 Gramps in the choir singin it's gonna rain
 in the midst of precipitation, I make the power
 manipulations, so my offspring'll be straight for generations
 Got connections in the nation
 To incarceration, to general population
 More lyrics than Jason, look me in the face when you speak to me
 You got a tattoo? Bitch youse a freak to me
 Seeking the, good sess material
 Asking when's my next video
 Bitch get a job and get your ass in somebody's university
 Enroll your youngun in a nursery
 And cleam him up, comb his hair, cover yourself
 You want a man to love you you ain't loving yourself
 I'm discovering wealth watches wisdom in ways
 To make it in the last days, now bring it on
 Chorus
 Verse Two: Sean Lett
 I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world
 Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl
 Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child
 I want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on Stoney Isle
 Better school her, so presence is your seed in society
 Parks of envy jealous niggaz crack fiends yes indeed
 I won't misleed and you can best believe
 I'm just a blink away shorty anytime that you need
 See I know right now, you're just too young to understand
 Asking questions, why pops and moms don't be holding hands
 Don't you worry about it yet, in due time we'll explain
 Why having you, created just an everlasting shame
 Bringing joy witcha smiles, tripping when you first walked
 Knowing somebody's child is gettin outlined in chalk
 Just relieved it ain't you, I got much love for you boo
 Cause it ain't nuthin that these skanless niggaz in these streets
 won't do
 Stop me if I'm lying, see my race is steady dying
 Short methods to making cream, bullets sprays and shatters dreams
 See basically, Chi-town's game-related and designed
 Niggaz store up theirs and down opposite signs
 Chorus
 Outro: Sean Lett, Common
 It's like that y'all (yeah yeah)
 Common Sense and dirty mizer on the set y'all
 Sean Lett
 We gonna get down like that
 My man Eddie C on the board
 We coming through y'all for eighty-seventh street
 Seventy-first and everybody in South show
 We coming through for niggaz on the West side
 Down in the ickies, all up and down state
 We gonna keep it straight like that
 We straight out for gold
 You call it Chi-town it's still our town
 Holding it down like this with that eighty-seven sound
 We talking about rocking niggaz state to state nationwide
 On the real it's like that
 Straight up South side is where we loaf
 Shit be real around these parts, I'm serious
 YouknowhatI'msayin? Hear me
 You know what? We out though