Bitch Where

Made it out the Chi'
If I didn't, wouldn't see today
It's a setback, everytime I see the cage
You got warfare, if you do then can play
It got real dark, I'm like, "bro, I see the way"
It can be nacho cheese, my lil' shorty Frito-Lay
I look both ways crossin' the streets
And that shit still wasn't safe
I don't go to church, man, damn, I need to pray
S-O-S-A, B-A-B-Y, gang

How that pound smell?
We don't know you, boy, get your ass from round here
For the round table, I went and bought some round chairs
Fendi, Louwop and Guwop, my lounge gear
At the gun range, sound check, it sound clear
She want the Guwop, the Louwop I don't wear
Tell your man (bop-bop-bop), don't go there
I'm in the church, and I'm tryna get my soul clear
Wrote my name on the wall, hope it don't smear
Said, "I love you," forty times, I was sincere
He poppin' out with same clothes that my bitch wear
Dirty ho said I was broke, and I said "bitch, where?"
All my exes missing out, they need to get here
All these bitches up in my hair like some L'Oreal
Bro got booked in 2011, it feel like forty years

This Chicago, nigga

Hi, lil' Keef, Granny is so proud of you
Goin' on with your life, go down to my house and kept going
Granny just love it, keep going, baby, keep going
Granny just love how you move and doing yourself
And doing yourself well
Thank God