Home - Kami de Chukwu

Fuck 'em
Beat 'em up, cuff 'em
All up in that wagon where them boys done chucked 'em
Chocolate, took a nigga wheels just for puffin'
Locked them in the dungeon always left his tummy rumbling
Mumbling
Told him that he's seen better days
The nightfall came, bet he dreamed of better ways
And the thoughts on his mind always seemed to display
A scene of dismay, on the screen bitches play
Hard enough to never understand it's never over
Sip that heavy liquor till you feelin' light all over
Drop a couple tracks till them bitches barely know you
And a bubble butt slaps trickin out for your quota
Pimp always let his cup runneth over
Sims tearin up when they hearts broken
Him, never gave a fuck about all of that
Money, fam, and music, man we hear to save all of that
Save money baller raps
Off the top them baller hats
Duckin on them smaller cats
Poison be in all the raps
Snitches, bitches who be all up at your soul
At your money, at your gold
At your dreams, at your goals
A nigga never fold cause he had to play his cards right
Surely you would shine bright when you step in limelight
Words of advice to my homies who be hustlin'
It be butter for my brothers never fuck with English muffins
Cousin, momma thought her son would be nothing
Turned a bunch of nothing to a whole lot of something
All he ever wanted was momma's sweet loving
And a couple pies baked ready straight up out the oven
Got these fiends buzzin'
Lovin' all the brothers
Save money like I'm serving sauce for the five bucks
Throw them fives up
Pay respect to my fam
Save money be the clan
Chicago be the land
God damn
How you cap them thoughts off the tree top
Kept them fucked up like an old pair of Reeboks
Shout my nigga Reese, made them buckle at they knee socks
One hit of quitters to the face, make them knees pop
So please stop
Don't do it
It's off of the top, more often then not
I'm battling cops
In the studio strapped with my Glock
And I be moving with the same money clan on the fly
Till I die

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If you come from my home
You'll probably catch me in the Wendy awesome suites
With some really awesome sleep we be winning
If you come from my home
You know the ops on the rise, when we see 'em we say "fuck 'em, Save Money still alive"
If you come from my home
You'll probably catch us on the train
In the days, 20 deep, blowin' loud at the lanes
Cops goes jealous [?]
And you know

[Caleb James]
From the city with real gangsters where they head to the right
Little kids on the corner selling crack for the pipe
While all the town rappers coming, gotta tug on they ice
But ain't no other city better, I put that on my life
This for my niggas on the grind, with a jab in they sock
For my nigga on the West Side, hugging the block
Never been arrested but I have no love for a cop
I had my hands on keyboards trying to be like my pops
So
You gon' say no real nigga
Boy, Ben had the bread before a deal nigga, you see
I be chillin' with them ill niggas
One call away, we'll make you disappear like David Copperfield nigga
Hop, they go vanish
Holding my cannon
For niggas that up land
Why I hope we out jamming
Save Money, that's the family
Know we do damage
Five finger discount, you know they can't stand us like

[Chance the Rapper]
Mama mia, ooh, I'm a dreamer
Burn up this Ferrari, turn up this patina
Chance the Rapper, ooh, Chance le Rappeur
I speak France, Jones my alma mater
All that matters, mistakes and ladders
Slick stakes and come ups, mixtapes and chatter IGH!
Pause
As I laughed the draft of my master
Play it faster, faster
Chance the rap master
Faxing my tuxes
Chooses my classes
Drugs is my passion (?)
Kami de Chukwu, modern day guru
Save monetary, my mama say roo-roo
Roost in the morn, sing through the yawns
I know your eyes heavy but rest when you're gone
You say you save money, but say sunny nigga
They saying they need you, you stay here, you lift them

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[Bridge]
I'd, I'd probably Cobain if it wasn't for the Ave and the fellas
If you come from my home
Where all lil niggas got all them triggers, done all got bigger
If you come from my home
Then let 'em know you 'bout it
Now give you from the shot, the what you see, see, see

[Vic Mensa}
From my block to your block
From Hyde Park to Old Block
From South Side to Oak Street to downtown to dope spots
It be the smoke Glock
Bring to the murder scene
They see you make 'em come true
They wanna come kill your dreams
They pulling bangers on you
Now tell me, what you gonna do?
Either you fight or you run, you either win or you lose
Ain't too many options when they popping
If I'm gone before they run tell my son poppa was a problem
I know our kid's a killer like I'm rocking right beside him
And the volley took my nigga
Though the laws ain't never find him
I'm down every day, if you don't risk it then you never finna get shit
I learned the bigger the road, the bigger the pot for you to piss with
Teachers thought we was punks, after school we was the misfits
Used to serve in the days, after school I did the dishes
That the shout-out to my boss who fired me on some bitch shit
And all the teachers that said I'd never get shit
But you living proof, proof

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