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Letra : WINTER IN CHICAGO

These n***as so oppy its sickening
These n***as still moving like b*t*hes
I'm 9 lines in I'm trippin
I'm high tryna mind my business
I'm 10 bands in at the tells
Made that sh*t in a week off bells
Made that sh*t in a week off kits
Made that sh*t in a week off snares
These n***as gotta learn they lesson
These n***as still moving like peasants
You my mans how the f**k you jealous
You was up how the f**k you failing
I'm front line Siddhi gang though
I just let n***as block they blessing
Turn ya b*t*h to a Siddhi gang hoe
I just let the b*t*h feel my presence
I ain't picking n***as up when they finished
I ain't biggin n***as up with no vision
Everybody know twat don't listеn
In my mind I feel no pressure
All my hoes think I'm so giftеd
All my hoes say I'm so special
All my hoes say I'm so uh
Damn, ayy, ayy

n***as broke I can tell it
n***as broke I can tell it
f**k that hoe I got better
f**k that hoe I got several
I had to stay 100
Feel like Yung Margiela
She tryna stay my b*t*h
Ion know what to tell her