niggas in the chi got goals they can't attain
they either spit or break it and flip it like boldy james
chef it like gordon ramsay
they keep a ben gordon handy
dandy-lions in my freshly row
and my phone stay buzzing
be trynna to chill with him
cause life ain't as sweet as they say
so niggas wrist twist when they pre-heating the yay
i just sprinkle all the kief on the haze
and the ron brons rocking pre-heats like they j's
couple niggas i grew up with
with a panera bread souffle
i'm cold chilling and pilling leaves off rare bouquetes
something like the huntsville stars
or an undecided student bumming rides in your car
like the flies in your car
these niggas rolling down the windows
trynna catch a breeze in this free shit
but if you wasn't fucking with us since the prefix
all you shallow niggas gon' be seasick
just a chill ass nigga from the chi