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Birth of a City
02:19
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[Hook 1]
And unto the world a baby was born
Chi city, my city, I love my people awww
Save money, good music, bang bang
Started in the Chi, now we worldwide nigga
[Verse]
Bitch I'm from that So Chi
Been supposed to blow like
Rich kids in that coke line
That's some shit I don't like
Back before that 10 Day
Been in this shit since 09
Started out Local, till I went global
Went to college then worldwide
Spreading cheese like I'm philly
Even though from I'm Chi-illy
Bruh you got that shit for the low?
No, got this shit for the willy
Whaley, swelly living wealthy
Pockets look like prego bellies
Want that Oprah money steady
They got they shit on R. Kelly
Glory glory allelu
Story story nightly news
Op-Ed for the opp he vicced
They just tryna find whoever knew
Just so they can find the one who did
(We ain't seen shit)
Snitches get it too
Now you can tip a trick a treat but when he tweet the streets
hollows follow through
Shit fuck a felony, murder melodies
Bitch we sing about plight
Cock a glockenspiel, stop and watch the spill
Bust the Glock and reload the clock
And in 9 I'm rapping even though I left for some time
I'm still coming right
Cause even though my city popped a pill
That music still came to life
Now that's a birth you can't control
Can't run in my town without the sole
And what the fuck is a green without the go
I'm tryna get that gleam I'm tryna glow
I'm all about that solar I, polar, bi, ocean
Lake Michigan so Sinatra, my kind of town
Sometimes we smile sometimes we frown
We lost some days some days we found
I'm sorry I ain't been around
Some days head down
Cause either a soldier died
Or we're just waiting for the crown
[Hook 2]
And unto the world a baby was born
Chi city, my city, I love my people awww
Made money, made music, bang bang
Born to die for them niggas aaawww
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2. |
DreamChasers
03:06
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[Intro]
Do this do that (x4)
[Chorus]
But excuse me please, I gotta go now
Chasing dreams, I can't slow down
If you didn't know well now you know now
My feet are leaving the floor now
(But you can't escape the troubles of the world)
I'm too close now
I'm not the kind that you can hold down
Like a mine watch me blow now
[Verse 1]
1 clap for a nigga from the ‘go
2 claps cause he went away to school
And 3 claps cause a nigga got a job
Now 4 more claps for my motherfucking soul
4 whole years for a job bitch
Going all out just so make I can mom rich
And if I can make a little light shine
Put my mind on a mine I can blow like a bomb bitch
Therefore I put all this money in rapping
Could’ve been trapping
Like I was doing in college
I turned an ounce to a fitted suit
Pushing that weight in my interviews
Now I'm just flying on corporate planes
Going back home for my soul
Boosting my Mileage
Mari I'm hoping they into you
If not this could be the end for you
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold up, hold up
So used to chasing our dreams
Till we see reality
Know what, know what
Know what you’re capable of
My brother said
To act out what you’re imagining
And fly past all of the Galaxy
Which means that I’m leaving this land
And I can't be stopped by any man
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
He ain't coming back to the hood no more
He don't really fuck with us no more
Truth is I just don't know who to trust no more
Last time them bullets almost hit my soul
Had to go from the 'go
Before I end up on the news
Young man killed before he went away to school
If you had my chance you would do the shit too
And even though I left I still feel that blues
And money making me so self-conscious
L see the protests and the violence
Why the fuck did I even go to college
I'm just reminded I'm still a nigga to they knowledge
Goddamn what the fuck am I to do
If they think I'm a killer in my own suit
Hitting pockets 9 to 5, hitting homes through the night
Different days but I swear shit ain't new
Wait a minute now
Hold up, hold up
You see me chasing my dreams
Not the reality
Know what, know what
Know that there's no limit man
My brother said
To act out what you imagining
And fly past all of the galaxy
Which means that I’m leaving this land
And I can't be stopped by any man
[Chorus]
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3. |
This Little Light
03:45
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[Verse 1]
Now I ain't saying I was from the projects
But I'm from the blocks where they mob at
Where it was no jobs and they rob at
Money was the only fucking object
You either a suspect or prospect
You either get bussed at or pop back
She either get bussed down or wifed up
Niggas get lifed up, behind the lockpads
But enough of my background
Let's speak more on my foreground
Working on the tenth floor
I swear that a nigga see more now
I didn't wanna be part of the system
But I couldn't find me a vision
Well maybe Stevie Wonder can paint me a picture
Abstract, haha
Where the laughs at
But really no pun is intended
Cause since undergraduate ended
Life ain't as hard as they mentioned
But you will know, when you alone, what ya missing
[Pre-Chorus]
Now I stare out my window
Where did my friends go
Did you get the memo
Slow down the tempo
Is this real life
Where's my fantasy
Where's my little light
Here's my little light
[Chorus]
This little light
Let it shine, let it shine
They say all this for me
I say naw this for we
This little light
Let it shine, let it shine
I did all this for you
I'll give all this and more
It's everything to we
So wherever you be
For everyone to see
[Verse 2]
Now everybody asking me about the real life
Do you really wanna know what it feel like
Well I miss my fam mothersucker
But I don't want my ma to ever pay a bill aight
She retired so I'm making all her money back
Working hard, staying single gotta double that
So I ain't got time for these bitches please
Cause I swear thats where all of the trouble at
Got big dough rolling through
Told myself never let it take control of you
I know rich folks that can fake like they happy
But I know how it feels to be broke too
So what the fuck you expect of me
Steady talking to myself is only stressing me
Dark thoughts till it light like Edison
Man I swear this can't be my only medicine
But this here is just the beginning
And life ain't as hard as they mentioned
But having money and making it simple
And when you spend, you will see what ya still missing
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Now I stare at a bank roll
A few bills, and a car note
Bumping that big poppa
More money, more problems ho
Fuck this real life
Still gotta stack this cheese
Still got a little light
Share my little light
[Chorus]
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4. |
No Rush
03:39
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[Chorus]
Hold up, hold up
I done had my chance with love
No luck
You see I just wanna fuck
But so what
I'm just being honest baby
All that I can promise baby
That it's
No rush (x4)
But understand it’s
No love (x4)
[Verse 1]
Now I understand that you got it
Graduated from college
Making round 6 digits
Sexy figures all in your pictures
You don't take shit from nobody
Don't really like parties
You just came to kick it
Had a couple drinks now you feel it
Now how many more will it take?
Telling all your friends that you straight
Ain't got all the time in the world
So just take your time but don't waste
I got unconditional love
For them independent women
That like to catch bodies
But never catch feelings
No no
[Bridge]
Now we just may be drunk in love tonight
But who knows how we'll feel tomorrow
So let's go grab another shawty
But before you get too naughty
Let me drop a little
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Girl you know that I got it
Pass the joint but don't drop it
Cut it up then we light it up
We both just got us a body
I don't trip that you do you
You don't trip that I do me
Cause I don't need me a side bitch
That like to trip but can't ride dick
But we put it down on our turn
Baby good bridges don't burn
But if one of us catch feelings
Baby that's my only concern
There's a million lessons to learn
With all mistakes that we make
It's just I ain't never learned love
So I keep it real when I say
We just may feel like it's love today
But we know these hoes ain't loyal
So if we catch another body
Let's agree that we just vibing
Making love is not an option
[Chorus]
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5. |
AfterLife
02:14
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[Verse 1]
They don't love us
Don't love one another
Still rattles and snakes
And still battling fate
Call the doctor
Streets became an opera
Do not cross the stage
Pain sings from far away
Gotta bang, gotta bang
Gotta skeet skeet skeet
Gotta slang, gotta slang
Gotta eat eat eat
Gotta aim, gotta aim
Gotta pop pop pop
Got em laying, got em laying
In the streets streets streets
Gotta leave leave leave cause they coming for me
Bust one bust two-three then conceive
Only in MJ we could believe
Cause my daddy just wasn't there for me
Pills and pistols popping
Popping bottles for my niggas
I got different types of bitches
Broken but I got all these fixes damn
Nigga went to college
Now they looking at me different
Don't know why I'm still a nigga
In this world of superstition
[Chorus]
Maybe in another life
Everything will come to the light
[Outro]
And this one for my niggas and my bitches
Hope they with me
Looking at our history
Hoping we restore the feeling
Oh I hope we learn to love before we die
If not just let me light it for the afterlife
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6. |
Colorful Living
02:24
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[Verse 1]
What is living colored?
Raised by my mother
Tell her that I love her
And that I appreciate
Everything she’s done
Put me through college
And even though she going broke
She made sure that gold AmEx in my wallet
Mama don't be touching that pension
Baby boy going on a mission
Auntie gotta go to intervention
Gotta go before your liver give in
Don't be looking in the bottle for the magic
Mama stop buying those lottery tickets
The rich get richer and
The poor pour liquor
That there is colorful living
I wish rich man was my dad
Money can't buy me happiness
But if poor is keeping us sad
I'd rather be down with a lot more cash
Therefore I dream of days when I ball out
Big house where roaches don't crawl out
Covering my mother’s eyes
Now open wide but don't fall out
As I mastermind the minds of masses
Pastor packing cash in baskets
Bashful bastards missing pappies
Chi and rocking ca'go khakis
Cocking gats express emotions
Through the killings
Feeling souless hopeless homeless
Therefore we only lay in caskets
Light the blunt and dust the ashes
I'm really not the kind to preach
I hated church since I was 10
That was when my daddy left
Neither he nor Jesus came back again
So who taught me to be a man
Who taught me to the fear of God
Who taught me to love again
My mama mama mama
I know that wasn't your job
Maybe I'm black and I'm beautiful
Maybe I'm not his reflection
Maybe he never learned how to love
Maybe he got an erection
I don't know if I should thank the lord
That papa forgot his protection
The curse of a colorful living
I'm hoping that I can deliver this message
[Outro]
You living (x6)
You living (x4)
Colored (x2)
You living (x4)
You live and you learn (x2)
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7. |
Ghetto Kool-Aid
03:13
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[Verse 1]
I used to sip beer in my daddy lap
While uncles was shooting craps
Big brother was shooting gats
Chopping crack in the trap
Just to feed his babies some snacks
Crazy to see how far you move forward
When looking back
To when boys had caught you gangless
Asking you who you bang with
You can tell em you neutral
But they may take it as snaking
You either ride with disciples
Hoover, Shorty, and David
Money power the Rangers
Just one step on the block
And you walking acres of danger
Hands cramped full of anguish
Martial arts of the banger
Just watch as I draw this pistol
A painful picture to paint ya
Saintful sinner who Aunt Je-
Mima, mindless, them pancakes
Flipping with extra lean nigga
(Syrup)
No nutritional facts to read
Litter the literature bitch
It's bitter and sugar free
Before you catch me slipping
And blast my brain, let me eat
Betty Glocker the block
Cooking food for thought for the streets
Bro said that they wanted tacos
So give ‘em shells for the beef
You can sniff out a pussy
You wet him and hear the queef
I did 4 years in a college
Sis did 5 in the P
So you treading a thin line between
Bachelors and first degree
[Chorus]
That's why the whole hood fucking with me
That's why the college kids fucking with me
I graduated up out the hood
But you graduated and now
[Verse 2]
They want me to work till 90
And sell my soul to retirement
Try it, it ain't no buying
A product of the environment
Get him out of the ghetto
But ghetto will stay inside of him
Send his ass to the east
Then down to Aussie and Bali
And bring him back to the States
And pray that nigga comply
Fuck that, my senior year
I moved some weight on the side
I used the re-up money for a suit and tie
A 9-5, Glock to Jeffersons
My piece of the pie
To see that life ain't much sweeter
On the opposite side
Getting paid for punching in numbers
Searching for purpose in life
Pulling 750 a week
That's 50k for the year
Get my black ass a couple of shows
Just to get the fuck out of here
Sick and tired of spending
Mama’s retirement money
I swear it's that goddam boy
I'm so proud of you money
Even though It's running out
I'm so tired of this mommy
I’m bout to rise to the top
So I can provide for you mommy
Looking back at the day
She screamed when I graduated
Just look at her baby boy
As he paces across the stage
Well the next time you scream mama
I'm hoping it’s cause I stayed
So I can bring you out and say
Look here mama we made it made it
The ghetto kool-aid
[Outro]
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Mari World
Influenced by vocalists such as D'Angelo, Erykah Badu, and André 3000 and versatile artist-producers like Kanye West and Pharrell Williams, Chicago-born artist Mari is known for his “lyrically rich raps, melodic choruses, and spacey, soulful instrumentals” and rounds his sound with soul and funk elements. ... more
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