Cristofori Park - Windy City Lyrics

Windy City the wind whippin', it's flippin' my pages
I spit a bar so sick that every comma contagious.
I gotta slow it down, hold on

Jibberish

90 MPH, I accelerate
Bass so loud that you can hear it cross the interstate
Gettin' mirror shots from the girl that you're crushing on
No designer tags, matter fact, she got nothing on
Sittin' in my chair, thoughts spinning on my mind
Like a spider web, I admire the design
But I'm stuck, I can't move
I caught the ball, sticky glue
500, dead of alive
And Imma dive for the rock every time
Imma chase down mine, every nickel every dime
Every penny in the parking lot, I'm chewing on the rind
Spit a seed, grow a mine
And reap the profit in the summer
Slash and burn, redesign call it a come up
I ain't famous, matter fact I ain't shit
But at least I don't rap like I know 50 Cent
I'm the man on the corner, I'm the kid in the street
Probably everything you hate and yet aspire to be
Sober off of the leaf, but I'm slurring off of the bottle
I never changed, but there's always tomorrow

I'm all the way up, I can feel the wind pickin' up
I just spilt the whole bottle, I pick another one up
I can hear the trees talking I think they scheming on me bruh
I just spilt the whole bottle, I pick another one up, UH YA

Second city, third track
I eat the fortune throw the cookie in the trash
Flick a tiggy out the window throw the roach on the dash
Bottle caps in my pocket the collection is fat
Recollection of memories and they all blurry
My ass lazy and always in a hurry
I draw a blank when they ask me the facts
A white kid from the burbs with the MF tat
Mf that, Mf this the flow sick
I flow rivers on the beat then coagulate the slit
Fake button hook fly, toe-tagging the fade route
Have you asking the neighbors who let the great dane out
Start my day with that Italian breakfast
Heaters and hot coffee spill my brew on the checklist
I been stuck in this chair for 6 months,
With my head in the clouds, and my dreams in a blunt

Hahaha YUH