[Intro]Ronnie-Ronnie-Ron...

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
No n***as want these problems (let's get it)
Young real n***as and we ballin' (ballin')
My poker face, I'm going all in (ells)
From Chicago back to Harlem (let's get it)
These n***as can't fuck with us (why)
These n***as can't fuck with us (let's get it)
From Chicago back to Harlem (ells)
These n***as can't fuck with us (let's get it)

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
WOOOOO, aight
I be going hard with my Chicago n***as (yea)
If it's beef, fold 'em up, make 'em a taco n***a (yea)
Keep that trigger like a motherfucking throttle n***a (uh)
The more I rev it up the quicker bodies dropping n***a
My pockets cheesy (cheesy), lasagna n***a (uh)
My neck clear (clear), vodka n***a (vodka n***a)
I'm eating good (good), Benihana n***a (haha)
Still selling white, Pina Colada n***a
My new connect, he got it like he Pablo n***a
You gon' rob who? You a liar n***a
Fast money, never slowing up, these n***as can't fuck with us
Bang bang, anywhere, yeah these n***as know what's up with us
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
No n***as want these problems (let's get it)
Young real n***as and we ballin' (ballin')
My poker face, I'm going all in (ells)
From Chicago back to Harlem (let's get it)
These n***as can't fuck with us (why)
These n***as can't fuck with us (let's get it)
From Chicago back to Harlem (ells)
These n***as can't fuck with us (let's get it)

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
See Cabrini Greens (true), went and tore 'em down (paper)
Like 9/11 my 911, the roof fall down (tell em)
On the southside (what), north's true king (cool)
Let the birds fly, like two wings
All a man need in his life man is two things (right)
Balls and his word (what), that's true thing (kill)
You know 300, like O Block
Them my young n***as, them 300 in your whole block (boom, boom, boom)
Fly n***a, simple with it, gold watch
Summertime, Air 1’s, no socks, and the hoes jock (chill)
At the top there's a lot of fuck n***as (fuck em though)
But them n***as know I don't give a fuck n***a

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
No n***as want these problems (let's get it)
Young real n***as and we ballin' (ballin')
My poker face, I'm going all in (ells)
From Chicago back to Harlem (let's get it)
These n***as can't fuck with us (why)
These n***as can't fuck with us (let's get it)
From Chicago back to Harlem (ells)
These n***as can't fuck with us (let's get it)
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
I be going hard for my Harlem n***as (let's get it)
Talk to them, that A.K. takin' part to n***as (ells)
My shooters ain't gon' argue with you (rrrah)
I just bought a chopper, it play target with you (bang)
Juelz in the cut, not my n***a Fredo (Santana)
Be cool before your t-shirt turn into a dago (rrrah)
My youngin's in the field, shawty they don't play though (number 9)
And I love New York, like my n***a Tego (ells)
I just spend a chicken on my breitling bitch (my watch)
Bitch I pack a punch, on some Tyson shit (rrrah)
And I run my city and I'm liking it (Chi-raq)
Bitch I run my city and I'm liking it (ells)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
No n***as want these problems (let's get it)
Young real n***as and we ballin' (ballin')
My poker face, I'm going all in (ells)
From Chicago back to Harlem (let's get it)
These n***as can't fuck with us (why)
These n***as can't fuck with us (let's get it)
From Chicago back to Harlem (ells)
These n***as can't fuck with us (let's get it)