Chiraq Freestyle (feat. Boog) Video (MV)

Hit a bitch with another bitch
Then a nigga went to get a hair line
Told a bitch ain't another dick like me
So don't compare mines
Niggas just wanna live life
Smoke good, eat right
Everybody in the fast lane
I'm zipping through with a speed bike
Niggas dealt with a couple cards
I'm making sure my hands straight
Ceiling fans all through the roof
But I'm cool as f*ck off our fanbase
Niggas tripping when they're in the city
Thinking niggas friendly with a f*cking semi
Killing over pennies, man the shit is petty
It's just how we live in the Midwestern village
Everybody gotta hate mind
Every little nigga wanna make rhymes
Told 'em practice makes perfect
But you niggas clocking in no time
Young bitches really like me
Them cougar bitches wanna buy me
Even if the bitch was diking
She'll let me smash and stab like a Viking
Every other nigga don't like me
And that's cool enough for my liking
But I'm not a toy a Toy'R'Us
So I'ma tell you dudes don't try me
Know a few niggas that'll really bust it
Coming down the street with the beat bumping
Hope you niggas ain't gotta weak stomach
Cause that brain matters like a sweet pumpkin
Chiraq's our big cousin, California's our big brother
Her ass round like a sweet onion
We get it popping like a key button
Homie just got fifteen found guilty on a M charge
Another homie who's fifteen knows cocaine, like Escobar
Niggas that I grew up with
Say that they don't know me now
Told 'em still like the sunset
If you call me, it's going down
Know a few niggas all about paper
Gotta bunch of niggas who intimidating
Gotta massive plan with an illustration
That'll picture us in the hills faded
Tell my mama that we all made it
Cause her son goes, acceleration
Don't give a f*ck about being famous
We getting paid off a million haters
All these bitches that be f*cking with me
Bout as thick as Nicki
Tryna gimme mini
I be smoking sticky
I be drinking Henny
I don't do a quickie
F*ck a couple hickies
The best rap on this Chi track
I can say was coming from Nicki
Even though The Game and Tyga did it
What up Lil Herb and Dreezy
I give mad props, no bitch shots
I don't throw salt for publicity
Got my own grind and my own shine
And you niggas need an epiphany
They sleep on us, better wake 'em up
Niggas tryna ball but ain't save enough
I'm killing niggas, no rescuer
I'm getting paid with no treasurer
Leave the scene in a hurry please
If the neighbor see
It's a bloody scream
Sticky green with some thickened lean
I be in it deep like fifty feet
Ya girlfriend still messaging
But we ain't even replied back
In ten minutes I can kill a track
Then relax with the nine left