Rhymefest - Chicago lyrics

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

Rappers bein set up yup yup 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
To never wear tight jeans i ain't a skater
So I never rock ice cream
And I ain't dissin Pharrell but be for real
Some of y'all is gay as hell!
I'm Hell Boy, lil boy you like Elroy
I'm more like T'Challa on steroids
That's Black Panther arm & Hammer
You miss your biggest moment
Like Obama's grandma rhymefest
I'm armed with grammar you'll get arrested
Fuck reading mirandas i'm from

Chicago ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago
Sta-sta-sta-sta stand up!
Rap rap is like a set up a lot of games
A lot of suckas with colorful names

Rap is like a set up yup yup 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 the slum
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

Chicago ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago
Sta-sta-sta-sta stand up!
Rap rap is like a set up a lot of games
A lot of suckas with colorful names

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!