Sherrod Baltimore - Chi-Raq (UPT) lyrics

[Produced by Allen Ritter, Boi-1da & Vinylz] [Verse 1: M.Wade] Don't sell bricks but this verse weight They can't forget me, first date Safe to say that running thru rap like topics, First Take Treat the Burg like a debate desk Y'all n***as foul so it's late tecs Hit your girl with no latex And it's kind of ironic how I got that p**y on lock We practice no safe s** Got enough bars to test lawyers Planned this sh** like my next voyage And it never matter where n***as go Cause they get misery like Tom Sawyer Painting pickets Danny Ainge, I sell tickets Top so lonely I'm hearing crickets f** that mean Snakes around me but I keep it a bean Ask these n***as who the f** you think they came for, n***a me I guarantee y'all ain't up yet I coach k**ers, Will Muschamp And n***as praying that the shoe don't fit We'll have ourselves some upsets Difference is I don't f** with rats Always taught to get the cheese myself Never been bout that gunplay But I will squeeze that sh** myself Y'all sh** weak, my sh** hit the news If she materialistic, give her these family j**els Holocaust rap, it ain't safe for Jews Never been religious but I need an Oral Torah for what He brews Them Latin Kings, vámonos n***as smoke scriptures, chronicles I bring a chick in, take her soul and leave it for my General Uptown's where I reside from In the middle of sh** like Malcolm Got all these n***as like “how come" n***as got shot like they down one [Hook M.Wade] Know a couples n***as not qualified Drop 80 bars leave em all quiet Come around don't apologize You my enemy there's no compromise n***as missing when it's drama time Money coming yea it's comma time Got the game all traumatized Make a rap n***a commit suicide [Verse 2: Sherrod] n***as hatin' from the back drop I f** a girl give her back shots I spit it raw like a crack rock I'm Nino Brown with that flat top n***a talkin' that hype sh** Til I shank his a** wit an ice pick Goons show up where you rest at Better duck down when that tec clap If a n***a run while bustin' rounds I'mma turn his a** to a wetback n***as smoke till y'all face numb But my .40 sounds like a base drum Beat a n***as a** like Mayweather Chrome in your mouth you taste tester Black latter and that clip full That sh** bark like a pit bull 50 rounds when that drum stop We bang heavy metal no punk rock You talk sh** that fun stops Make a n***a disappear like Young Joc Loading up with that blue steel b**hes love me I'm too real If them things hit you you're lucky If you get to take five steps like Dru Hill Some n***as they don't like me some say that I'm co*ky now Well if I did change that's my prerogative Bobby Brown We pull up on your block lurkin' in that Durango Infrared on that AR got more aim than Django n***as mad at how I'm spittin' it n***as mad at how I'm gettin' it n***as mad that when I see their b**h its guaranteed that I'm hittin it Most n***as their sh**s trash Soft n***as wit they b**h a** Swear to God I'll let a clip blast Hit a n***a with the K like his b**h mad Most of these dudes don't really trap I spit this sh** & I don't really rap Real n***as we don't sleep We count money we don't count sheep Coppin whips at the dealership Cuz we gettin' money & we k**in' sh** [Outro] n***as stay throwing shots n***a we the hottest in the city, f** a region Ask if we ain't take them trips n***a I paved the way for you n***a Chea!