Chicago Wind

[Produced by Fatin] [Verse 1: HaLo] Whip, whip, whip, whiplash Burn rubber give concrete a rash Don’t ask me shit jive turkey Hershey gators, holes in your socks Heron fur, chinchilla bop Diamond in the back, sunroof top Dig the scene, pockets on cream like a danish Honeybee make them famous Run things, run things, running things Winter game, summer slang, come on mang That’s some heavy shit you dig I’m in the back like I own the place Then stone my face, Medusa medicine Never in your lane, we swerve insane Hydroplane the cliff, peep the diff Cologne makes Queens want to scratch and sniff Wax on wax off in the city aloft High-rise in the sky, super fly Do or die, they're dying to do it I rip through it until they drip fluid It’s a mess, wipe your face Take Magnum PI on a race No trace, chopper escapes Off the radar, Chicago Wind my nigga [Verse 2: Thee Tom Hardy] Off radars, we move in the dark like bats with the sonar Fast like a go cart, other side tryna act bad with a crowbar You don't wanna see us go ham/Hamm like Nomar Mad men plottin' in an office downtown Jimmy no longer with me, cruising the Windy City Perusing the scene is empty, that's really to put it simply But money is changing hands through government drug pimping Government uplifting? That's modern day mythology Methodology sickening, whole world genocide home town crippling But hundred spokes shined up bright gleam glistening Big brother is listening, wire taps clicking like heels on Foxy Browns Who sense that I'm dynamite, & travel across town And really I'm kinda like, the illest you ever found At taking a beat that's tight, and burning it to the ground Wow, I'm just cool, spectacular Box like a heavyweight, fight like a grappler Flippin' wigs backwards, taking students to school Don't make us take you out back and beat you like a rented mule Number one rule, bringing pool sticks to a nunchuck fight's The definition of a fool Mission on the cool is figuring out who to hit With Chicago winds strong enough to push you off a cliff