I said that I was just thinking

He said that's yo problem now

Thinking, let those thoughts cloud your judgement

And you sinking, my bitch Puerto Rican

Always freakin, always leaking

Always thinking I'm seeking a different reason

Only a matter of time before I blow

Only a matter of time before you know

Rolling Jack herer in the snow

The Windy City, and the wind ain't the only that's gon blow

Quick little flows can you catch it?

Extraordinary lyrics with passion can you match it?

I spot my name, they had put me on a bracket

A list of names of others **** who be rapping

**** who be trappin, **** hibernating and I was never caught nappin

Life a rolling dice, you'll never know what's gon happens

I said that I was just thinking

He said that's yo problem now

Thinking, let those thoughts cloud your judgement

And you sinking, I hoped for a better reason

An ending to this story, but these **** so repetitive it's starting to bore me

Saving the rap game,is what I foresee

Made in a Chicago hood

Where **** like me ain't meant to grow

Cut the roots out before it sow

Smoking Jack Herer letting it roast

The Windy City, and the wind ain't the only that's gon blow

Let's give a toast to the people who ain't know I was rapping

I can give you directions, but you still couldn't map it

Insecure people hungry for reaction

Hari the only one that can give people

What they lacking, the camera been turned off

But she still acting, recouping bread from the back end

Now you want back in