[Intro]
(Dabi, you'll make 'em proud)
(Enot cooking up, boy)

[Chorus: Toure]
Deep inside the Ville, I′m from Callowhill sometimes
I'm deep inside the hills though, you don′t know how it feel
I got open scars that they promised me'll heal
Make me go load up and kill, shit I don't know how to chill
Said I don′t know how to chill
Imagine me without this shit, I don′t know how it feel
You don't know what I know, this shit′ll hurt your eyes though
They say it's like Chicago
Some many n***as got killed, that shit′ll hurt your pride though

[Verse 1: Toure]
Some of my n***as got wheeled, they don't know how to drive though
Gotta fight or take a deal, n***a you know how it gotta go
I know some n***as that got caught slipping first and made it slide though
I guarantee you we gonna do you worst whenever I go
Them killers go wherevеr I go and you know like I know
You say you wanna slide but I can see it in your eyеs though
And I know you lying though, these hoes′ll get you lined up
Knew what it was when you signed up
Shit stop me when I'm lying though
Don't trust these hoes, you know they too fake
You gon die tryna pick, you can′t be two-faced
Miss them n***as that I slide with but they got new cases
Got my mask whenever I pop out like I got two faces
And we been sliming shit since school days
Was probably at my best at like 11, shit like Cool Greys
That′s when we had cool grades
Back when we was bragging bout them B's, it was school grades
Now it′s VVs, you can't tell me we ain′t the new wave
Ran up a bag
Man, I been humble with this shit, now I can brag
You don't know how many times I finished last
You don′t know how many ways we made Top Ramen, that shit sad
I know I ran it up this time, sometime the timing was just bad
[Verse 2: Kur]
(Real talk)
I had to lose myself to find myself, I prayed to God it helped
I used to play the phone, I want designer shoes, designer belts
Telling mom she wrong because she high but me I'm high myself
I done pushed people away that tried to help, this pride I held
Lotta cash, Prada bags
Living fast bouta crash
Grabbing halves, it was gas
Let the past be the past
Said this shot would be my last
Dumped again, I got it back
With this pen I got a bag
Lost my friends, it left me sad
Need a Benz, a paper tag
I go get it, hate to ask
I'm committed, ain′t no slack
I′m the realest, ain't no cap
I want millions, they get lapped
You get killed cause this ain′t that
You ain't felt cause you can′t rap
You ain't built so just relax
I put Vernon on the map
Kur and Toure should do a track
Say no more and that was that
Imma... damn
Say no more and that was that
Imma floor it in this cat
Kur and Toure should do a track and that was that
[Verse 3: Toure]
That city shit, earned the spot I got, ain′t nobody give me shit or gave me shit
N***as had a plate first, ain't save me shit
I'm Mount Rushmore in the city, spit it′s fuck the famous shit
Feel like you solid if we locked in, fuck the entertainment shit

[Chorus: Toure]
Deep inside the Ville, I′m from Callowhill sometimes
I'm deep inside the hills though, you don′t know how it feel
I got open scars that they promised me'll heal
Make me go load up and kill, shit I don′t know how to chill
Said I don't know how to chill
Imagine me without this shit, I don′t know how it feel
You don't know what I know, this shit'll hurt your eyes though
They say it′s like Chicago
Some many n***as got killed, that shit′ll hurt your pride though