Nightmare On Chicago Ave

[Verse 1: Joey Purp] Once I read, if you don't belong, well then don't belong Blowing loud, I'm sipping strong Swear the color purple my favorite song Far from where they all belong, Kiesha, Lucy, Abby, L Burning reefer, burner on me boy I call that burning square 3 with me he burning squares I'm burning cookies on Fairfax I'm with 3 hoes from venice beach, burning 3 kings on a yoga mat Out of your door, nigga fuck with that Cardio coke nigga stuff a pack In the California on a strict mission chopping trees down nigga lumberjack I'm Michael Jordan, on the mic when I'm recording Nigga wanna text but a nigga don't know him Fucking with them niggas [?] and he only ride for it Nigga want change, but a nigga won't spark it Keys out the day key push the button when you start it Better in the whip, headin over she parked it Stupid in the brain, send a number ass retarded incredible Tryna get a card grow a yard nigga medical Bitch with me me probably had a roll that was credible Rolled of a mold that was bold and perennial She don't even smoke, edible Drive by flash as she flash put a dash on the dash Cause the top speed probably regrettable Chain smoking beebees niggas better eat their wheaties Cause the [?] get the heebies [?] general Niggas losing weight better take what's ahead of you People fake plank as the stakes get ahead of you This is [?] selling weight what you better do Put her in the place now the pussy on a pedestal Guess it was the wave caught a break better rake Cause the lawn get wet when the storm is ahead of you Take it from a vet know the OG told me never be a snake in the wake of the revenue Cartier frames on the face of a criminal Put em in the cage to erase the subliminal Put up in a case a mistaked individual They used to vacate to relate the residual All it really take is for fate to relay It's your day for your date with the maker to pivotal Guess today's grace is a shame When he claim to claim to his name never slain in the middle of war [Hook: Joey Purp He was watching flicks Move around her and protect Nigga thought he was finnesin' Niggas be wreckin' Pussy nigga should've had a weapon Nigga caught em' like I had to test em Bullet proof on me, just in-case a nigga wanna harm me That pussy nigga better have a army A bomb and an squadron SaveMoney nigga steady mobbin' A general you fucking with a sergeant [Verse 2: Kami De Chuwku] We was told, everything was a reason If everything was a episode, then we wouldn't see no season It was pay-per-view but the view was paper nigga bury me as a dead nigga If fate would have it, they would pay to have us Bury me on the Hilfiger Bury me next to Barry White Halle Berry or a country singer I'm on equal measures with your predecessors We speedin' up they gon have to catch up Doing 95 on the 94 Fuck the drive, we was taught to fly Something thru the air, never taught the specifics 21 off a lifeless sentence Pops had the beer, mouth shut mom had to kill We was learning how to count them numbers When he came home they could take nothing from us Muhfucking crazy had to [?] Boy we blowing this eco-friendly With a cup of friendly you can call me common Call Joey Pesci she off a empty belly Boy we hungry, girl they love us Heard you talking we catch them snitches Harry Potter, your family picture I am legend like William Smith is This shit here on 4th and inches for the finer quarter you can catch a bullet To the middle section and nigga yes I dig it They can read the verdict however they will Muhfucker die everyday for a pill I ain't never flinched in the face of no killer I ain't finna fold my niggas ain't bitches Imma keep it real tell you what it really is My nigga hold bricks they are bigger than kids Got the whole thing from the plug that's my brother Hate snitching on a boy got a different mother Homie cut the case look the judge in the face Walk the bars and the gates see me out in the day I was talk talk you ain't walked in a way That's real talk you got nothing to say Come come come to the bitter politician See me in the spot motherfucker take a picture Used to have a lady now we keep a couple bitches Bitches on us but we never put them hoes on business Imma black out till I black out at this white bitch apartment In an instant, blast take a sip of that mixture Molly in the mixture, lean in the mixture How that shit feel boy? It's fucking ridiculous Making it out on my Christopher Wallace flow Bitch you look like Christopher Robin Brush you off lightly, die like Christopher Lighty Rest in peace Christopher Lighty I'm fucking politely, I need me a butler Fuck it, I need me a island get to the chopper Fuck the chopper I need a helicopter With a couple choppers with extensions on em' You gon' need a doctor and some mary mary Kirk Franklin at the cemetery T-shirts and obituaries SaveMoney we a military God in the house you can pray to whoever If a cook good you can die in the kitchen [Hook]