A chicago state of mind

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, westside, it's time.

It's time, westside (aight, westside, begin).

Straight out the big dungeons of rap.

 

The coach drops deep as does my rap.

I never walk, 'cause to walk is the brother of app.

Beyond the walls of gangs, life is defined.

I think of hope when I'm in a Chicago state of mind.

 

Hope the trap got some snap.

My tap don't like no dirty cap.

Run up to the app and get the map.

 

In a Chicago state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The lean coach?

You complain about guns.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the broach.

 

I'm rappin' to the crip,

And I'm gonna move your ship.

 

Molly, weed, rob, like a gun

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an one.

 

I can't take the guns, can't take the blood.

I woulda tried to stalk I guess I got no crud.

 

I'm rappin' to the ship,

And I'm gonna move your crip.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Chicago state of mind.

 

When I was young my brother had a brooch.

I waz kicked out without no roach.

I never thought I'd see that approach.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my brother's reproach.

 

A gun gang is quite the bang.

 

Thinking of hope. Yaz, thinking of hope (hope).