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[Verse 1: Kami de Chukwu]

Fuck ‘em, beat ‘em up, cuff ‘em

All up in that wagon where them boys done chucked ‘em

Chocolate, took a nigga wheels just for puffin’

Locked him in a dungeon, always left his tummy rumblin, bubblin

Told him that he seen better days, the nightfall came but he dreamed a better way

And the thoughts on his mind always seemed to display

A scene of dismay on the screen that just play

All and all forever understand it’s never over

Sip that heavy liquor ‘til you feelin’ light all over

Drop a couple tracks ‘til them bitches bending over

And a bubble butt slut's tricking out for your quota

Pimp, always let his cup runneth over

Simps, tearing up when they hearts broken

Him, never gave a fuck about all of that

Money, fam, and music and we here to save all of that

Savemoney baller raps, off the top them baller hats, dunkin’ on them smaller cats, poised to be the [?] raps

Snitches, bitches, who be all up at your soul

At your money, at your gold, at your dreams, at your goals

A nigga never fold, ‘cause he had to play his cards right

Surely you will shine bright when you step in limelight

Words of advice to my homies who be hustlin’

Every butter for my brothers, never fuck with English muffins, cousin

Mama thought her son would be nothing

Turned a bunch of nothing to a whole lot of something

All he ever wanted was Mama’s sweet loving

A couple pies baked ready straight up out the oven

Got these fiends buzzing, loving on the product

Savemoney like I’m serving sauce for the five buck

Throw them fives up, pay respect to my fam

Savemoney be the clan and Chicago be the land, God damn

How you count them thoughts off the treetops

Kept ‘em pumped up like an old pair of Reeboks

Shout my nigga Reese, make ‘em buckle at they knee socks

One hitter quitters to the face, make them knees pop

So please stop, don’t do it

It’s off of the top more often than not

I’m battling cops, in the studio strapped with my guys

And I be moving with the Savemoney clan on the fly, ‘til I die

[Hook: Michael Anthony]

If you come from my home

You’ll probably catch me in the Windy, off some Sweets and some Remy

I don’t sleep, we be winning

If you come from my home

You know the opps on the rise, when we see ‘em we say fuck ‘em

Savemoney still alive

If you come from my home

You’ll probably catch us on a train in a daze, 20 deep blowing loud at the lames

If you come from my home

Eyes scorched, jealous thoughts tryin' to derail us

[Verse 2: Caleb James]

From the city where real gangsters wear they hat to the right

Little kids on the corner selling crack for the pipe

Where out of town rappers come and gotta tuck in they ice

But ain’t no other city better, I put that on my life

This for my niggas on the grind with a jab in they sock

For my nigga on the west side, hugging the block

Never been arrested, but I have no love for a cop

I had my hands on keyboards trying to be like my pops

So, you gon’ say I ain't no real nigga, boy

Been had the bread before deal nigga

You see, I be chilling with them ill niggas

One call away and make you disappear like David Copperfield nigga

Pop then go vanish, holding my cannon for niggas that up [?]

I hope we out jam ‘em, Savemoney that’s the family, know we do damage

Five finger discount, you know they can’t stand us like

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]

Mama mia, ooh I’m a dreamer, burn up this for Rod, turn up this for Tina

Chance the Rapper, ooh Chance le Rapper

I speak France, Jones my Alma Mater

All that matters is mistakes and ladders

Slick snakes and comeups, mixtapes and chatter

Igh, pause

As our laughter, draft up my master plan faster faster

Chance the rap master, Fax in my taxes, shows is my classes, drugs is my FAFSA

Kami de Chukwu, modern day guru

Save monetary, my mama say [?]

Roost in the morn, sing through the yawns

I know your eyes heavy, but rest when you’re gone

You say you save money, but say sunny nigga

They saying they need you, you stay then you left em, Igh

[Hook]

[Michael Anthony]

If you come from my home

I'd probably Cobain if it wasn't for the  [?] and the feelings

If you come from my home

[Bridge: Vic Mensa]

We’re all lil niggas, got all lil triggers, done all got bigger

(If you come from my home)

Then let ‘em know you bout it nigga

If you from the Chi throw up your “C’s”

[Verse 4: Vic Mensa]

From my block to your block, from Hyde Park to O Block

I’m southside to Oak Street to downtown to dope spots

Up in the smoke lot, up in the murder scene

They say you make ‘em come true, they wanna come kill your dreams

They pulling bangers on you, now tell me what you gon’ do

Either you fight or you run, you either win or you lose

There too many options where they poppin’ If I’m gone before they [?] was a problem

I know I kiss a killer like I’m rocking right beside him

In the fall they took my nigga, though the laws ain't never find him

I’m dead every day, if don't risk it then you never finna get shit

I learned the bigger the role, the bigger the pot that you done pissed with

Teachers thought we was punks, back in school we was the misfits

Used to serve in the days, after school I did the dishes

Shoutout to my boss who fired me on some bitch shit

And all the teachers who said I’d never get shit

[Hook]

[Bridge]