Intro: Common  Yeah, one two, bless  Yeah yeah, check it  I got my mellow Sean Lett  He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style  Eighty-seven, you know the bidness, check it  Chorus: Common, Sean Lett  After eight years of my life, of smoking and drinking  The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking  After eight years of my life, of smoking and drinking  The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking  Verse One: 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  Niggaz 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 youse a freak to me  Seeking the, good sess material  Asking when's my next video  Bitch get a job and get your ass in somebody's university  Enroll your youngun in a nursery  And cleam him up, comb his hair, cover yourself  You want a man to love you you ain't loving yourself  I'm discovering wealth watches wisdom in ways  To make it in the last days, now bring it on  Chorus  Verse Two: Sean Lett  I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world  Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl  Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child  I want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on Stoney Isle  Better school her, so presence is your seed in society  Parks of envy jealous niggaz crack fiends yes indeed  I won't misleed 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  Asking questions, why pops and moms don't be holding hands  Don't you worry about it yet, in due time we'll explain  Why having you, created just an everlasting shame  Bringing joy witcha smiles, tripping when you first walked  Knowing 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 skanless niggaz in these streets  won't do  Stop me if I'm lying, see my race is steady dying  Short methods to making cream, bullets sprays and shatters dreams  See basically, Chi-town's game-related and designed  Niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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