C.S.I.E.

[Verse 1]

Free Nation

Free Everything

Niggas in the Chi got goals they can't attain

They either spit or break it and flip it like Boldy James

Chef it like Gordon Ramsay, 7 on they side

They keep a Ben Gordon handy, keep a Ben Gordon handy

Dandy-lions in my freshly row

And my phone stay buzzing, all these pesky hoes

Be trynna to chill with him

Fuck 'em, mind on my money

Cops, duck 'em

Grind for this honey

Cause life ain't as sweet as they say

So niggas wrist twist when they pre-heating the yay

Me? Shit, I just sprinkle all the kief on the haze

And the Ron Brons rocking pre-Heats like they J's

Couple niggas I grew up with, playing 2k

Red Kool-Aid, with a Panera Bread souffle

I'm cold chilling and pilling leaves off rare bouquetes

Nothing major, something like the Huntsville Stars

Or an undecided student bumming rides in your car

Like the flies in your car, these niggas rolling down the windows

Trynna catch a breeze in this Free shit

But if you wasn't fucking with us since the prefix

When the boat rock, all you shallow niggas gon' be seasick

[Hook]

Can't stress it enough

Just a chill ass nigga from the Chi, homie

Can't stress it enough