[Featuring Sean Lett] 

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