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A Chicago state of mine Yeah, yeah
Ayo, uncle shawn, it's time.
It's time, uncle shawn (aight, uncle shawn, begin).
Straight out the chewy dungeons of rap.
The witch drops deep as does my goat.
I never you, 'cause to you is the grandma of moat.
Beyond the walls of i8, life is defined.
I think of making it big when I'm in a chicago state of mind.
Hope the niche got some switch.
My bitch don't like no dirty stitch.
Run up to the pitch and get the rich.
In a chicago state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The super witch?
You complain about drity hoes.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rich.
I'm rappin' to the mama,
And I'm gonna move your trauma.
Pointless, useful, cool, like a bmw i8
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pitch.
I can't take the drity hoes, can't take the opps.
I woulda tried to flip I guess I got no pitch.
I'm rappin' to the trauma,
And I'm gonna move your mama.
Yea, yaz, in a chicago state of mind.
When I was young my grandma had a melodrama.
I waz kicked out without no comma.
I never thought I'd see that llama.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my grandma's drama.
A smooth 100000 is quite the llama.
Thinking of making it big. Yaz, thinking of making it big (making it big)