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[Intro: Chief Keef] Foenem Radio, bitch (Bang) [Verse 1: Chief Keef] I done seen the same shit that I already seen I done got my hands dirty tryna keep 'em clean I seen money from rap and a triple beam New shit, got Glocks with triple beams I done seen more ass than a damn surgeon Put me in a time machine, let me reverse it Where I'm from, it get live, but we don't rehearse it Young nigga chasin' dreams, the streets not working Baby, leave that ass alone, everything not perfect You should never give up if everything's not working If you ever see me in Malibu, I'm not surfing I just had to switch locations, resurface Baby, leave that ass alone, everything's meant to be I got bags under my eyes, it don't mean I need sleep Yeah, I know I ain't slept, but it was just a POV Don't look up to me, go look up to G-O-D [Interlude: Michael Blackson & Chief Keef] Dark night, little Zamunda Fade to black Bitch nigga Black nigga Twenty-one darkness Twenty-one shadows In the oven Zyliss skillet Skillet lit Uzi burnt (Bang) Young limo tint (Bang) Foenem Radio, bitch (Bang) [Verse 2: Chief Keef] Don't look up to Chief Sosa, look up to Jesus Christ All these two-liters, I need an endorsement with Sprite Bitch say she believe me, but she don't believe the hype Ex asked me, "How's life?" Told that bitch, "Nice" Grab the AK and show y'all I know my ABC Nigga said he did what? Man, that's make-believe Sippin' sizzurp like it grow on maple trees Turn your head into a baseball, major league Rollin' all this weed 'cause this shit grow on trees Spending all this cash like the money grow on trees Yeah, that bitch'll leave you, but your problems won't leave All this ice on, I'ma need a long-sleeve Letting off the hammer, damn near pulled a hamstring We pour pints to celebrate, not no damn champagne I'm a king, not a prince, I'm still sippin' purple rain We ain't mad 'bout a bitch, EA, it's in the game Chief So the first man, bitch, I'm still in the gang We'll color your ass red, don't be standing in the paint Nigga talkin' 'bout he a P, nigga, you put the P in prank Ridin' with the AR, we put the A and R in rank Say you signed for a Hank, nigga, I spend that shit on drank Pull up and make it crank with the ratchet and the clank I got money in the bank, I like Grant, Jackson, Frank Bill got a nigga served, they say this shit for Lil Saint [Bridge: Lil Gnar] I'll still get him cut, try messing with the flame Fuck it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain I was walking through the rain, blood diamonds in the face Like a slavemaster, all my niggas havin' whips and chains Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame Optimus Prime, blick transform a nigga brain I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealing with some things [Verse 3: Lil Gnar] I'll still get him cut, try messing with the flame Fuck it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain I was walking through the rain, blood diamonds in the face Like a slavemaster, all my niggas havin' whips and chains Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame Optimus Prime, blick transform a nigga brain I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealing with some things Young nigga burnt out, he'll crash for some fame Leave a bitch body orange like a fuckin' spray tan I don't know Miley Cyrus, I move molly sand tan Big Glock, Flintstone, motherfucker, bam, bam We don't got the same vision, I can't rock no Ray-Ban Silver crosses on the Rollie, this a Chrome Heart band Turbo Porsche 911 like the fuckin' fireman Yellow-red Trackhawk, I feel like I'm Iron Man [Outro: Michael Blackson] Right now, it's all about the windy city Chicago's hardest nigga in town My nigga Sosa We back reunited 'Bout to shit on the whole world right now (Foenem Radio, bitch) He's 'bout to shit on all his haters with this new shit This new Almighty So 2 is gonna shit on everybody Shoot that motherfucker Hey, fuck you Go to the medics, go to the medics I got one down