[Intro: Common]
Yeah, one-two, bless
Yeah yeah, check it
I got my mellow Sean Lett
He gon' get down for y'all Chicago style, '87
You know the bidness
Check it!

[Chorus: Common & Sean Lett]
After eight years of my life, of smokin' and drinkin'
The world keeps spinnin', so lately I've been thinkin'
After eight years of my life, of smokin' and drinkin'
The world keeps spinnin', so lately I've been thinkin'

[Verse 1: Common]
Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet
Methods of gettin' scratch and talkin' slick I've adopted
Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts be game
Hoes in the stable, none do I claim
N***as with nothin' to shoot for, at they only aim
Gramps in the choir singin' "It's gonna rain"
In the midst of precipitation, I make the power
Manipulations, so my offspring'll be straight for generations
Got connections in the nation
To incarceration, to general population
More lyrics than Jason, look me in the face when you speak to me
You got a tattoo? Bitch, you's a freak to me
Seekin' the, good sess material
Askin' when's my next video
Bitch, get a job and get your ass in somebody's university
Enroll your young'un in a nursery
And clean him up, comb his hair, cover yourself
You want a man to love you? Tou ain't lovin' yourself
I'm discoverin' wealth watches wisdom in ways
To make it in the last days, now bring it on
Chorus

[Verse 2: Sean Lett]
I feel blessed I've survived two decades in this world
Then 90's slid in naked. now I got a baby girl
Ain't this a bitch? Myself still a child
I wanna hang on '87 corners, act wild on Stoney Isle
Better school her, so presence is your seed in society
Spots of envy jealous n***as, crack fiends — yes, indeed!
I won't mislead, and you can best believe
I'm just a blink away, shorty, anytime that you need
See, I know right now, you're just too young to understand
Askin' questions, why pops and moms don't be holdin' hands?
Don't you worry about it yet, in due time we'll explain
Why havin' you created just an everlastin' shame
Bringin' joy witcha smiles, trippin' when you first walked
Knowin' somebody's child is gettin' outlined in chalk
Just relieved it ain't you, I got much love for you, boo
'Cause it ain't nuthin' that these scandalous n***as in these streets won't do
Stop me if I'm lyin', see, my race is steady dyin'
Short methods to makin' C.R.E.A.M., bullets sprays and shatters dreams
See basically, Chi-town's game-related and designed
N***as store up theirs and down opposite signs

Chorus
Outro: Sean Lett, Common

It's like that y'all (yeah yeah)
Common Sense and dirty mizer on the set y'all
Sean Lett

We gonna get down like that
My man Eddie C on the board
We coming through y'all for eighty-seventh street
Seventy-first and everybody in South show
We coming through for n***as on the West side
Down in the ickies, all up and down state
We gonna keep it straight like that
We straight out for gold
You call it Chi-town it's still our town
Holding it down like this with that eighty-seven sound

We talking about rocking n***as state to state nationwide
On the real it's like that
Straight up South side is where we loaf
Shit be real around these parts, I'm serious
YouknowhatI'msayin? Hear me
You know what? We out though