Byron Blake - A Chicago Story lyrics

I met him back when I was biddin'
He was walking parole
Just tryna get up out the county
Fightin a body, who told was still a mystery
He ain’t get caught up with no pole
Ain’t leave no traces on the scene
For years the case had been cold
I think he was like 19 I was 'bout 2
I had been down for 5 years
Had a few more to go
I used to drop gems on him
'cause he served in them lows
But that max yard in Menard was
On a whole nother mode
I tore the visiting room down
Every week a Fa sho
He hollin' put me in the car
I’m likе "Fuck it let’s roll"
I had my shorty hook 'em up
With some friеnds it was gold
Ain’t have the game to save his life


But swore his mackin was cold
I was on the yard with board
Members when I got the word
That he had went in front them board members
He was on his way back to
The county no parole hold
They couldn’t violate him that offense
Date was old old
Bro nem they was posed to make his bond
That’s what gang say asset to his block
He ran them jabs through that gangway
He ain’t just come pop up in the hood
He was a mainstay opps slide, he outside
Slidin' back the same day
Even on a rain day
Even though he knew he had
A snake in the grass
He couldn’t leave the streets alone 'cause
He was chasin that bag
And that was making it mad 'cause
Being charged with the murder
Gave a target to the family
Of the nigga he smashed
His victim had a bigger brother
He was hood rich
He used to fuck with his big
Homie on some hood shit
But they fell out over a debt
He ain’t make good with
It never even crossed him mind
The nigga could switch
And like I said before that
Murder had been unsolved
That whole table turned around
With just one call
He ain’t show up to work his
Block they thought he runned off
The lil homie mentioned he was
Hot and might’ve ducked off
Now shorty tweakin' cause his name
Out on the radar he put a switch up on his
Glock like "Fuck a AR"
His mama still live in the hood
So he can’t stray far
His only move is kill them
Niggas first whoever they are
He got a call from his big
Homie about running a line
Agreed to take the job to work off
What he owe from the bond
Sent me a kite and said he had
A lot of shit on his mind
The events I’m describing next went
Down 'fore I could respond
He hit the block
Went to his spot to put his shit in the stash
Leaned over and when he stood up all
He heard was blast a couple more
And just that fast they left my lil
Homie leaking stretched out in the grass
No time to pray or repent
It went down in a flash was
Dead 'fore he knew wat happened
Plus the shooter was masked word is his
Victim brother dropped like 200 cash
They even paid for the bond
They wanted shorty that bad
His big homie and dude was close
They squared away that lil trash
And on the strength of they past
They made lil homie the past
The crazy part is they the reason
Why the lil niggas clashed
The wrong shit was said in class
And shit lil homie crashed

I know what you talkin’ about
But it’s like you know how this shit go
It just be the wrong motherfuckers around you
Certain niggas just be lame as hell
But man like I say man
I can’t express you know the gratitude on bro
You know I you know what it is man
I already know how you coming
But I just gotta let you know that man
On bro you know a mf
Gonna definitely get to it when mf get back