Scram Jones - Chicago lyrics

Ch Chicago Ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago Chicago Ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago Rap rap is like a set up A lot of games A lot of s**as with colorful names Rap is like a set up A lot of games A lot of s**as with colorful names Verse 1 Rappers bein set up Yup yup a set up No more 2Pac telling b**hes to keep their head up A whole lot of hipsters Internets, and kids now Took the Mario mushroom Oh, you big now? Well, let me show you bout things Take the Red Bull So I can rip off ya wings I make 'em promise now To never wear tight jeans I ain't a skater So I never rock ice cream And I ain't dissin Pharrell But be for real Some of y'all is gay as hell! I'm Hell Boy, lil boy You like Elroy I'm more like T'Challa on steroids That's Black Panther Arm & Hammer You miss your biggest moment Like Obama's grandma Rhymefest I'm armed with grammar You'll get arrested f** reading mirandas I'm from HOOK Chicago Ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago Sta-sta-sta-sta stand up! Rap rap is like a set up A lot of games A lot of s**as with colorful names VERSE 2 Rap is like a set up Yup yup a game Get around Kanye And try to degrade my name That's insane You hatin' the gang Clown those lames Nothin' but a sh** stain I'm Rhymefest You can feel my reign Arms out to here Here feel my range We from The slum Lord keep me calm The plate I help make Is the one they eat from Coat tail n***a Got the lil room in the hotel n***a They'll always love me Cause I'm a mo real n***a You the male version of a gold digga Go figure Hoe n***a Wait a minute I ain't done Made about a million dollars Spent it all on my son Took two years off But I still had fun Been all around the world Now I'm back where I'm from HOOK Chicago Ch-ch-ch-ch Chicago Sta-sta-sta-sta stand up! Rap rap is like a set up A lot of games A lot of s**as with colorful names Verse 3 I ain't never came out of my face And try to talk sideways And step out of my place Before I ate I always said my grace It was just me in the biz Right now it's the ace But now I'm born to roll Jesus saves Christ I wrote this on a scroll Not that song That song is old My career starts here Here take my soul My heart, my suicide thoughts My religion, my God My money in the vault Got my momma shaking her head Like this her fault I ain't sorry that I did it I'm sorry I got caught! You don't wanna get lost In the city where I'm from It's plenty of white chalk in... CHICAGO!! CHICAGO!! CHICAGO!! CHICAGO!!