"Back In Chicago" lyrics
"Back In Chicago"
I'm back in Chicago, I flew first class
I'm a rich man, I came up on they broke ass
Copping clothes, attracting hoes that they can't grab
I'm doing shows, not for the low, I need 10 racks
Did I say 10? I can't count, I need fifty, fifty
Ain't no fightin' when I'm around, I got a semi with me (Ya dig?)
You want a feature with your budget, I need a pretty penny
I'm so sorry I can't help it but I feel too sedated, yuh
I was 13 tryna steal a Moncler
Now I could buy everything in Moncler
Give away the clothes that I don't wear, 'cause I still care
Even though I don't give a fuck, I guess I still care
I can't see my demons but I know they still there
Even though these drugs will kill me, no I'm not scared
Chop up Percs in my double cup
Had to take the Gucci sweater off, I started throwing up
Had to put that .40 in a foreign, niggas was runnin' up
Two shots to the gut, he need a shit bag, his stomach bust
That nigga ain't waking up, 911 come scrape him up
Keep a toaster in that Gucci bag, might have to come bake him up
Ah
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na na, no, na na, no, no
I'm back in Chicago, I flew first class
I'm a rich man, I came up on they broke ass
Copping clothes, attracting hoes that they can't grab
I'm doing shows, not for the low, I need 10 racks
Did I say 10? I can't count, I need fifty, fifty
Ain't no fightin' when I'm around, I got a semi with me (Ya dig?)
You want a feature with your budget, I need a pretty penny
I'm so sorry I can't help it but I feel too sedated, yuh
- AZLyrics
- J
- Juice WRLD Lyrics
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