Chicago Style - ProbCause

I’m back at the crib on my Chi-town shit

All walks of life in the same room chillin

Kick it with the new school learned how to spit from the OG’s you could

probably hear it in the twist

Thats an ode to the old school

Open these doors and your ears never old news

Midwest State of mind nobody owes you, don’t let it control you stand on your

own two

Now we the center of the scene

Louder than a bomb and we working as a team

Do it for the spitters and the hitters with a dream

Take it to the top with a full head a steam

Rush

So turn the bass kick up and bump and let the rhythm hit off the trunk

To make you homie kick up and jump

Light up the blunt to celebrate the shit that we on

We off the richter this Chi-Town shit

The City that works go hard for it

All sides of the Windy on the scene gonna mix while the murder mayor making

extra change off a lick

I used to kick it at the Tip

If I liked baseball probably rock a sox fitted

Shoutout to Carlos, Hyphon and Ship

House, trap, drill, dub all up in the whip

So let me take you on a trip

A north pole bomber ima put you on a lick

A polar vortex couldn’t cool my click

But these city slickers icy you could fuck around and slip

To all the homies with a gift, never give it up holler at me for a lift

And if you ever get on, put it back into the City where you were born

(Chicago Style, ProbCause, let’s get it)

Who, think they wanna come at my crew

Motherfucker tell me what you wanna do

I’ll pack in my boo

Sittin' on my lap is my boo

Talk shit and I’ma (?)

And I might run through

Any bitch that get up in a lack

In my flow I go ratta-tat-tat

If I don’t like the way you act

Bust up (?) scattered haters

And so I can go and hit it from the back

Then I, let alone niggas that fuckin' with me

Flowin' as if I’m bustin' a semi

Gimme a Probable Cause I’ma kill 'em

And still I’ma let 'em know if you want me come and get me

Because it give me a (rush)

Killin' em off the (?) give the original

And flip it like a brick

I murder 'em all 'cause I don’t like the way they spit

Okay I’m reloadin', bitch take six

And I’m takin' motherfuckers back to the basics

Standing on a stage goin' apeshit

Cooler when I’m smoking on my vape stick

Forever I’ma be up in the Matrix

Snapback not fittin'

Fuck with a lot of the bones that we visit

And we get a lot of applause and we feel it

I’m fuckin' with Probable Cause and we get it

Twista

We off the richter this Chi-Town shit

The City that works go hard for it

Ghost of Capone in the booth where I spit

Nothin more corrupt than our city politics, yeah

That’s shouts to the boss

Grass ain’t greener gotta cut that loss

Counter with a park tryina up that cost

Shouts to the writers in the howard yards

Put your left foot in front of your right foot and walk with me

Through the city of Chi, where the vultures be

In the windy, breezy, easy does it cousin

Dont act up in public gonna get called up out

Understand what its all about

Tell GCI to bump this loud

Watch how I make my city proud