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A Levin - Twenty Four Am In Chicago Lyrics

Outta towners only as nice as they ad-libbin
All they do is take Drake styles, and add linens
Meanwhile, Chicago so bad witit
It got rappers shoutin out a city they can't visit

Bite one of my rhymes then I'm skimming the sales
Til you go from biggest boss to delivering mail
My food for thought been broke the Michelin scales
Name so strong it could juggle a ship and a whale

Mood switching from Free Willy to Tilikum on Fight Night
When the beat kickin like the flicker in a Lite Brite
Chillin up in Michigan with Benjamin and Mic Write
Beatin breaks off a fifty instrumentals you might like

Cuz the devil ran us through the rinse for a few
I’m worth a mint in the booth brushin lint off my shoe
Every rap tough as garbage trucks or walrus tusks
Who your top one, fam? I want his lunch

Tell em I need his bag of barbecue chips, too
Patience thinner than a tin tooth or a branch on a Tim boot
I’m a ripped-limb wound they a pinprick to
Keep em from goin in like out-of-district schools

You weren’t cool before your Pinterest was poppin
Checked every box on your wish list then dipped witcha stocking
Hope Christmas sucks cuz Chanukah was great
Now watch as I Anthony Joshua ya tape