bitch this is chicago where sirens is a normal sound firetrucks, squad cars, ambulance speeding down the block bodies on the ground, red tape all around just today I woke up by the sirens, no alarm heard a truck skrt skrt bending corners clapping firearms using fingers nothing more sounding like a thunderstorm but the skies clear, call it sunny c but she really named windy cuz she loves blowing trees gangsters like Capone-E pulling hits and pulling triggers got the police patrolling all my nigkas we some killas riding thru the flakes hood seen a nigka strolling, so my window gets to rolling glock forty starts unloading now I have to start reloading police sirens start approaching now we fleeing and eluding fleeing and eluding fleeing and eluding X2 bitch this is chicago where sirens is a normal sound firetrucks, squad cars, ambulance speeding down the block bodies on the ground, red tape all around murder capital, every hood theres a homicide kids and family scared to go outside we have invisible borderlines if you cross you might die I'ma take my chance and roll the dice taking over neighborhoods that's my pride if I dont make it back alive bury me with a forty cal by my side I'm not flying tords heavens gate I'm gone slide, reunite with my demons down in hell pits we gone turnt it up light it up every single night how many times can you kill the devil in one night