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a chicago story - byron blake lyrics

a chicago story lyrics
[verse]
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 “f*ck 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 n*gga he smashed
his victim had a bigger brother he was hood rich
he used to f*ck with his big homie on some hood sh*t
but they fell out over a debt he ain’t make good with
it never even crossed him mind the n*gga 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 “f*ck a ar”
his mama still live in the hood so he can’t stray far
his only move is k!ll them n*ggas 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 n*ggas clashed
the wrong sh*t was said in class and sh*t lil homie crashed
[outro: king von & rondonumbanine]
i know what you talkin’ about
but it’s like you know how this sh*t go
it just be the wrong motherf*ckers around you
certain n*ggas just be lame as h*ll
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

- byron blake lyrics

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