N. Central

Wooo
Eight Hunnid Fiteen
Now I'm flying through Central
Skkrrt

I ain't tripping
I just wish you knew the difference
I'm out here on a mission
Use that shit as ammunition
Bout to take the city over brace yourself for the transition
A Winnebago rider these right here is my ambitions
I don't do it for a check, it's to leave the streets a manual
But trust these verses worth more than you'll ever take home annual
If they sick I'm antidotes, so hate is understandable
My lyrics touch you in a place that ain't tangible
They rapping about killing our own, our own
I'm rapping bout re-building our throne, our throne
From where they murder children in homes
I spit that shit you feel in ya bones
Eight One Five bitch it's on
Bout to pull up to the crib come mob with me
On the north west with it, whole squad litty
Tryna get a lamb, come flock with me
Couldn't tell you who the mayor, this my city
From where they value life only on blue moons
When you in jail or you dying too soon
Come meet Rockford's new groom

Riding down Central
My big brodie got his pistol
Told me don't trip though
Every night eventful
Ain't no telling what he into
Ain't no telling what he into
Looking like a snack, what number that there in the menu
What I got to do to get you
Know I take the risk too
Sliding down Central
And we riding down Central
My big brodie got his pistol
Ain't no telling what he into
What you tryna get into
Wooo