Pat Riley, I’m not shooting but the heat around me
You can’t scare a real n*gga I’m from cook county
Find me out in public n*gga leave me where you find me
You can’t scare a real n*gga I’m from cook county

Follow all yo dreams b*tch I’m doing it
Born in the dirt, that mud I grew in it
MBM the gang ho we stupid lit
Huh yeah, stupid lit
Aiming for his head, I hit his shoulder
Now he spinning
Woke up wit some dreads, I hit his head
Now he swimming
N*ggas sneak dissin they be hot cuz they can’t hit me
Only 18 I’m takin shots like I’m 50

30 deep all black we look like a clan
Humble beast but no cap I feel like da man
Das yo bitch I’m tryna hit I feel like I can
I’m from cook county n*gga it look like Iran
Tuff guy we pushed up on em Den dat n*gga ran
Bad bitch she know my lyrics she say she a Stan
Humble beast but no cap I feel like da man
I’m from cook county n***a it look like Iran

Grew up on Woodlawn MLK da drive
Bus stop infront the crib I had to catch a ride
Down the street from terror town , left right at the light
Mama got me up outtta there
She changed a n*gga life
CLT the new address bitch
4’s up in da sky
Look bacc on it as a youngin I remember crying

Yes I like to eat out
I’m sorry Ima tippa
Yes I want a doctor
B*tch I’m sorry not no strippa

They be tryna chill me
But I’m sorry my heart colda
Yes I got some acne
B*tch I’m sorry I sip soda

Yeah cook county n*gga yeah
Cook county n***a

Gucci flip flops on I just fucced yo b*tch
Got my first kiss in some white k Swiss
I was dead broke yeah
I was a dead joke yeah
Still got a ways to go
But look how I made it ho

On God