Rhymefest

Rhymefest - Chicago lyrics

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[Intro:]

Ch Chicago

Ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago

Chicago

Ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago

Rap rap is like a set up

A lot of games

A lot of suckas with colorful names

Rap is like a set up

A lot of games

A lot of suckas with colorful names



[Verse 1:]

Rap is like a set up

Yep yep a set up

No more Tupac telling bitches to keep their head up

A whole lot of hipsters

Internets, and kids now

Took the Mario mushroom

Oh, you big now?

Well, let me show you bout things

Take the Red Bull

So I can rip off ya wings

I make 'em promise now

Never wearin tight jeans

I ain't a skater

So I never rock ice creams

And I ain't dissin Pharrell

But be for real

Some of ya'll is gay as hell!

I'm Hell Boy, lil boy

You like Elroy

I'm more like shot on steroids

That's Black Panther

Arm & Hammer

You miss your biggest moment

Like Obama's grand ma

Rhymefest

I'm armed with cramma

You'll get arrested

f**k reading mirandas

I'm from



[Hook:]

Ch Chicago

Ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago

Chicago

Ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago

Rap rap is like a set up

A lot of games

A lot of suckas with colorful names

Rap is like a set up

A lot of games

A lot of suckas with colorful names



[Verse 2:]

Rap is like a set up

Yep yep a game

Get around Kanye

And try to degrade my name

That's insane

You hatin the gang

Clown those lames

Nothin' but a shit stain

I'm Rhymefest

You can feel my reign

Arms out to here

Here feel my range

We from

These from

Lord keep me calm

The plate I help make

Is the one they eat from

Coat tail nigga

Got the lil room in the hotel nigga

They'll always love me

Cause I'm a mo real nigga

You the male version of a gold digga

Go figure

Hoe nigga

Wait a minute

I ain't done

Made about a million dollars

Spent it all on my son

Took two years off

But I still had fun

Been all around the world

Now I'm back where I'm from



[Hook:]

Ch Chicago

Ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago

Chicago

Ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago

Rap rap is like a set up

A lot of games

A lot of suckas with colorful names

Rap is like a set up

A lot of games

A lot of suckas with colorful names



[Verse 3:]

I ain't never came out of my face

And try to talk sideways

And step out of my place

Before I ate

I always said my grace

It was just me in the biz

Right now it's the ace

But now I'm born to roll

Jesus saves Christ

I wrote this on a scroll

Not that song

That song is old

My career starts here

Here take my soul

My heart, my suicide thoughts

My religion, my God

My money in the vault

Got my momma shaking her head

Like this her fault

I ain't sorry that I did it

I'm sorry I got caught!

You don't wanna get lost

In the city where I'm from

It's plenty of white chalk in...



CHICAGO! CHICAGO!

CHICAGO! CHICAGO!
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Language: English

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