My City My God
We stand with our backs straight up 
In this rat race
Money and time - underlined
Running through this maze - run it down
Summon at the summit - some still running
Others just run it 
We do it for the love and hell yeah we love it

Mums the word becomes concern
If lifes' a bitch I put trust in her
She not always right like customers
So I try stay sharp before rust occurs
And Hug the curves when I ride the road
When I go for broke with only one goal
One trick pony got a trick up her sleeve (please)
Hand over fist and fist in the breeze
So your times up - then its time to go?
If the times get rough - Then its time to be bold
Pick and choose which side of the road
We stick and move in survival mode
Bringing new meaning to Chicago Code
No - this ain't tv - no actors
no green screen - no cameras
Catching green lights in the city mean Go
Best to get busy we ready for more”

More to say and even less time to do it
Forest blaze a metaphor for the movement
I bet its more than what you might be ready for
I swish a game winner see confetti on the floor
See I'm steady on the ball like Shabazz
Got my back to the wall you can call that Shabazz
See these facts are just raw you can pass me the ball
Alley oop that shit these rafters are tall
The caption is more than just about rap
Lets write a new chapter - in paper back
In my new book - Call it  "How to Move Rooks"
Earthquake shook all the castles and crooks
Cracks and corners in the city concrete
WIth a very dope beat 
Where we bury our teeth
We some varied arTEESTS
Hand over fist - speaking of which
You looking weak in the wrist
Raise up the weight bruh
Raise up the stakes