Intro: Common
  
   Yeah, one two, bless
   Yeah yeah, check it
   I got my mellow Sean Lett
   He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style
   Eighty-seven, you know the bidness, check it
  
   Chorus: Common, Sean Lett
  
   After eight years of my life, of smoking and drinking
   The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking
  
   After eight years of my life, of smoking and drinking
   The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking
  
   Verse One: Common
  
   Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet
   Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I've adopted
   Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be game
   Hoes in the stable, none do I claim
   Niggaz with nothin to shoot for, at they only aim
   Gramps in the choir singin it's gonna rain
   in the midst of precipitation, I make the power
   manipulations, so my offspring'll be straight for generations
   Got connections in the nation
   To incarceration, to general population
   More lyrics than Jason, look me in the face when you speak to me
   You got a tattoo? Bitch youse a freak to me
   Seeking the, good sess material
   Asking when's my next video
   Bitch get a job and get your ass in somebody's university
   Enroll your youngun in a nursery
   And cleam him up, comb his hair, cover yourself
   You want a man to love you you ain't loving yourself
   I'm discovering wealth watches wisdom in ways
   To make it in the last days, now bring it on
  
   Chorus
  
   Verse Two: Sean Lett
  
   I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world
   Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl
   Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child
   I want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on Stoney Isle
   Better school her, so presence is your seed in society
   Parks of envy jealous niggaz crack fiends yes indeed
   I won't misleed and you can best believe
   I'm just a blink away shorty anytime that you need
   See I know right now, you're just too young to understand
   Asking questions, why pops and moms don't be holding hands
   Don't you worry about it yet, in due time we'll explain
   Why having you, created just an everlasting shame
   Bringing joy witcha smiles, tripping when you first walked
   Knowing somebody's child is gettin outlined in chalk
   Just relieved it ain't you, I got much love for you boo
   Cause it ain't nuthin that these skanless niggaz in these streets won't do
   Stop me if I'm lying, see my race is steady dying
   Short methods to making cream, bullets sprays and shatters dreams
   See basically, Chi-town's game-related and designed
   Niggaz store up theirs and down opposite signs
  
   Chorus
  
   Outro: Sean Lett, Common
  
   It's like that y'all (yeah yeah)
   Common Sense and dirty mizer on the set y'all
   Sean Lett
  
   We gonna get down like that
   My man Eddie C on the board
   We coming through y'all for eighty-seventh street
   Seventy-first and everybody in South show
   We coming through for niggaz on the West side
   Down in the ickies, all up and down state
   We gonna keep it straight like that
   We straight out for gold
   You call it Chi-town it's still our town
   Holding it down like this with that eighty-seven sound
  
   We talking about rocking niggaz state to state nationwide
   On the real it's like that
   Straight up South side is where we loaf
   Shit be real around these parts, I'm serious
   YouknowhatI'msayin? Hear me
   You know what? We out though