Windy City/ Go Get It Lyrics

P.O.C. they envy me, while I'm painting pictures vividly

Of my city from the gang activity, to the scenery

From the city where it's windy and it's co LD

Rumble in the jungle when you hit the 290

Tricksters have you marvel at keeping their mischief

Low-key, serving at low fees

I'm hearing mice crawling through my walls

As I'm writing the vices of my peers and all

Let me recall, niggas medicate instead of meditate

This a motivate and manifest inner evils through the zest

Never let's 'em rest, never let it out

Through the word of mouth, not a scream or shout

This a problem people face from the west to the south

This is PSA homie and I'm here to announce

Staying here will have your days numbered, but you'll luck out

If you move like you ain't down for the count (Luck up)

I'm from the city where you gotta beware

It will have you living out your worst nightmares

Be careful when you out with them steppers, they notorious

With them big poppas, better move before they pop ya

No use in being idle if you care for your survival

For it's liable to put you in a plot that's diabolical

Walking out the hood on a better things, that's the pinnacle

I planned this goal back in high school when niggas ridiculed

As a tool to keep my head cool, use the pressure from the fools

As fuel to turn me to a jewel, back in '13, I'm 14

Niggas had a dream, back then and even now

Passion's hotter than kerosene

I'ma get it how I please, that's by any means

Big results don't come with ease, just like fame and cream (fame and cream nigga)

Big results don't come with ease, just like fame and cream

Yeah, yeah

Gotta get it up and I gotta go get it

Can't get stuck, my dreams too vivid

Need some bucks so I can go live it

Don't give a fuck homie, I'm gon' do it

Gotta get it up and I gotta go get it

Can't get stuck, my dreams too vivid

Need some bucks so I can go live it

Don't give a fuck homie, I'm gon' do it

Married to game nigga, I am the groom

Breaking the glass and jumping the broom

Picasso is back, coming back with a boom

Thought I was quiet, coming out cocoon

I've been grinding 30 hours a week

Finding it hard just to eat and to sleep

Patrolling the streets, see where the dealers, the robbers

Even the steppers meet

Streets so unholy, we needing a pope

Predators prey, they need some hope

Something else that can keep them afloat

Like the funds, they pull in from dope

Living here is like a slippery slope

From the drugs, people take just a cope

To the pistol, people get just to tote

Establish G's, got you in the scope

Gotta get it up and I gotta go get it

Can't get stuck, my dreams too vivid

Need some bucks so I can go live it

Don't give a fuck homie, I'm gon' do it

Gotta get it up and I gotta go get it

Can't get stuck, my dreams too vivid

Need some bucks so I can go live it

Don't give a fuck homie, I'm gon' do it

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