From the crib to the job
The job to the church house
We gon keep it going till it's gone
Said there ain't no time for us to clock out
From the scholars to the dropouts
But you should already know
I'm a playa from the chi
All day and I'm always on the go
Go, go, go
Southside, Eastside, Westside
Chi niggaz on a roll
Roll, go, go
Amen, it's slow motion hoping
Doors of my church is open
Down on bending knees this devotion
Last two dollars spend these I'm broken
Gottta grind, hustle hard
Like Ace Hood, my God
My life a movie writing my part
Another kid died a knife in my heart
Deep in the streets cuz we from out South
Lord edify the words out my mouth
The trap is trap I'm trapped in my house
With a 9mm strapped to my couch
Cuz no sleeping no lacking
Hood got a start up fund with no backing
Politicians talking often no actions
Black bodies hit the ground and they acting
So appalled, so flawed, a front row seat to beef so applaud,
Guns clapping, grandma what happened
I'm from the Go I hope it Go backwards
To double Dutch and running bases
Freeze tag big candy bag happy faces
To no problems and no cases
Mercy and favor please lord save us
From the crib to the job
The job to the church house
We gon keep it going till it's gone
Said there ain't no time for us to clock out
From the scholars to the dropouts
But you should already know
I'm a playa from the chi
All day and I'm always on the go
Go, go, go
Southside, Eastside, Westside
Chi playas on a roll
Roll, go, go
Come from the mud, born in the dirty
Chi state of mind, grind til it works
Turnstile jumping, CTA riding
Blue, Green, Red Lining straight to work
Church mothers praying for safe guidance
Just hope that I don't fail
Let all God's people say amen
A may yay yan
Rain, sleet, or snow, grind keeps on goin' like
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If pressure make diamonds, I'm shinin' for sure like
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Melodies from Heaven
Lord, please rain down your blessings
Cause a playa from the chi gotta feed the kids
From the crib to the job
The job to the church house
We gon keep it going till it's gone
There ain't no time for us to clock out
From the scholars to the dropouts
But you should already know
I'm a nigga from the chi
All day and I'm always on the go
Go, go, go
Southside, Eastside, Westside
Chi playas on a roll
Roll, go, go
From the crib to the job
The job to the church house
We gon keep it going till it's gone
There ain't no time for us to clock out
From the scholars to the dropouts
But you should already know
I'm a playa from the chi
All day and I'm always on the go
Go, go, go
Southside, Eastside, Westside
Chi niggaz on a roll
Roll, go, go