I’m From 63rd

Mm
Ay, Chris, don't give me no autotune, foe
I don't need none of that shit
Like, no cap
Still on that gang shit (fuck that shit)
Lil' nigga play with me
Gang, gang (ha-ha-ha)
Talk to that lil' nigga
I'm finna geek on him
(Shoutout Digi Prada, you hear me?)

First of all
I don't know no stripper bitch from Kankakee (I don't know no bitch from Kan')
And that nigga in that video, he can't be me (like seriously)
Lil Durk, why you send this fuckin' little boy to play with me?
Why, why you ain't do that shit yourself, if you got some say to me? (Yeah)

They tryin' to tell me don't say nothin' (hm-mm), but I just can't keep quiet (I can't)
Okay, now I get violent (yes), nigga play with me, somebody dyin' (it's okay)
Gang, gang, gang, my niggas start a riot (whoa), lot of bullets flyin' (brr)
All these motherfuckin' crazy stories, fuck it, let me try it (yeah)

I met this stripper bitch, she from Minnesota (hm-mm)
While I was bendin' her over (hm-mm), nigga kicked the door
I grabbed the Glock (ooh), shot him in his shoulder (dang)
The other nigga tried to get closer (he did), hit him in the head, it was over (hm)
All you see was brains on the wall, brains on the sofa

You should've seen that shit (what happened?)
It was brains everywhere, you wouldn't believe that shit (swear to God!)
Even made these kids watch, they had to see that shit (you lie, you lie)
See how none of that shit was true but y'all believe that shit (see how it just feels, uh)
They might sell that shit to y'all but won't sell me that shit (no)

You, you a sacrifice, he sent you to get bodied
Basically, he just signed you over to the Illuminati
(Wanna see a dead body?) (Baow!)
Now a nigga dead by me
(Damn, that's crazy, that was raw as hell, it was though)

Anyways, I didn't trap, but I was in the trap, on Tooka grave
You was one of them niggas that I would smack (whoa)
Now you one of them niggas that I would clap (brr)
Then again, I think like he is one of them niggas that lie in all his raps

Boy, you-, boy, you fuckin' up my clientele (hey, boy), ay
Go and get your motherfuckin' boss, you might as well (pussy boy)
How the fuck you tote your gun? Your pants tight as hell (you pussy boy)
How you run from 12? Shit, he probably fell (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Ay, what's that motherfuckin' word, bitch? (The word)
Ay, dissin' on the gang, you got some nerves, bitch (you got some nerves)
Ay, are you from the O', lil' ho?
Well, give me brain like a nerd bitch (ugh!)
She got super mad when I said I'm from 63rd, bitch (ugh!)

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Money!