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letra de chi city - triiibe entertainment

[intro: nick cheeks]
yeah-yeah
it’s triiibe, triiibe, yeah

[verse 1: nick cheeks]
live from chi city and ready to ride with me
grind gets gritty, this sh-t isn’t all pretty
took a couple ls, but honestly not many
’cause we always bounce back, and i put that on everything
learned a valuable lesson, don’t listen to y’all suggestions
my mind is a hidden weapon inside of a smith & wesson, boom
i’m the illest in the room and it’s clear
you don’t be doin’ what you say, you paralyzed by the fear
of what could happen if you actually started chasin’ your passion
i’m jason behind the mask, flow sharp, 21 savage
it’s a knife, motherf-cker, f-ck your lifе, motherf-cker
i just i just k!lled this f-ckin’ bеat, night night, motherf-cker, ah

[verse 2: jzac & kid smid]
i learned to love the hate, i think it gave me fuel
i’m lookin’ at the world like, “look what you made me do”
they used to laugh a lot because i rap a lot
’til learned revenge is sweater than an apricot
i want forbidden fruit, i’m tryna get the juice
i keep it natural, that’s why i spit the truth
i’m tryna let it out like every time i hit the booth
i slap shots, i might hit you with a missin’ tooth
flow scary when you f-ckin’ wit’ jerry
that’s why we f-ckin’ up the vision ’cause we causin’ hysteria, said
flow scary when you f-ckin’ wit’ jerry
that’s why we f-ckin’ up the vision ’cause we causin’ hysteria (look, yeah, uh)
[verse 3: kid smid]
addicted to the vision, look through my lenses
not afraid to spend it if it looks stupendous
swing for the fences
knock it out the park, play the benches
my dream’s got a deadline, my team’s so relentless, look
you can’t talk business, don’t know how to reply
we on a mission to get it, that’s why we out in the chi
outfit’s so fly, thou got me high, no doubt in my mind
vibe with the triiibe, time of your life, that’s guaranteed, right?

[verse 4: fredo finesse]
look, i’m just rappin’ on the rooftop
smokin’ on the moon rock, shorty bad in a tube top
my crew hot, smoke six blunts, sip two shots
then she said that i’m a [rude?] boy, i’m too hot
yeah, now i’m just tryna rise my pay grade
weed so loud, spin your head like a beyblade
i’m ahead of you, son, so you’s a day late
and you talkin’ sh-t, you a lame-lame, need to vacate

[outro: fredo finesse]
it’s triiibe
and we comin’ to you live from chicago tonight
it’s triiibe
woo

- triiibe entertainment

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