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letra de life with me - musa reems

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yo i could never one-night her, sh-t
i might just wife her she’s someone i give my life for
n-ggas can her ugly but to me she bad as h-ll
as we grow older we grow more wiser fam she been a rider since i
was a young’n she said (spend my life with me)
and bro no one has ever been as tight with me
the other day she had told me too many n-ggas died to be her man
the wisdom she gave showed me what my life could be
she stayed right off of lake michigan and in my early days
i had been a man who had many women fam
kicked it with a girl named cali, another beauty named brooklyn
even whitney from houston but i knew she was the truest
we would juke at the fefes when a brother was mad younger
foot work in some westside alleys in the middle of the summer
boppin’ at the parties just hoping that we find a come up
praying n-ggas don’t run up getting rides home late from my momma
krunchy curls, some harold’s, macarthur’s, and uncle remus
in the winter she grew cold and i couldn’t find a reason
could it be past relations i mean people be hating
i knew this n-gga named austin she had recently dated
he was a westside brother abusive and violent in the summer
he rolled with vicelords leaving n-ggas sleep and done up
he kept a gun-tucked running up murder rate numbers
she didn’t wanna leave him even though he kept up drama but i
still love her through it all we met up in the fall
she hit my line like, “what you on?” we linked at lincoln hall
she said she had three wishes for me to stay here
love and deep dishes we living
she like mild sauce on her chicken, i miss her when we get distant
we ball like mj and pippen, kid what y’all living is fiction
my girl is a rap fan her favorite song is “po pimp”
they gentrified the hood and then she had to pay some more rent
she love stepping too the blues and house music
we took the blue or red line depending on what we doing
she know dudes who crack cards, dudes who act hard
food deserts and segregation is the reason she had heart
she’ll call you a goofy mog or a brewfurd if you tweakin’
we would hit up the mag mile or a cubs game during the weekend
look under the skyscr-pers it ain’t hard to discover
the girl i love forever is named chicago and i love her
her name chicago and i love her
her name chicago and i love her
her name chicago and i love her

- musa reems

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