Yeah-uh Ch-ch-ch-chyeah Ch-ch-ch-chyeah-chyeah-chyeah And you say Chi city And you say Chi city I'm down with Chops in Philly Nothin' really just to Roc, me, Free and Mac Milli Listen, yo I drove to New York with ten dollars to my name Brought back a couple platinum plaques on a plane Brought back the soul shit to change the game Had a little beef I had to aim, the stain-less steel The lyrics in my heart I can't restrain they real I swear to God I wish I had a dollar bill For every time a nigga told me stick to the beats I could have ate at Cheesecake at least six times a week Plus I'm killin' these niggas on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise colored Benz I push miracle whips Dawg I'm killin' these niggas on that lyrical shit Mayonnaise colored Benz I push miracle whips Changing lanes Ch-ch-ch-chyeah-chyeah-chyeah I'm changing lanes