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Chicago State Of Mind, Pt. 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: Achillez
Language: English
Length: 1:55
Written by: Joshua Cochran




Achillez - Chicago State Of Mind, Pt. 2 Lyrics




Uh, hardest of heathen, caught me at the start of my zenith
How y'all a god, when niggas starving in your garden of Eden
Pardon this reading, but the fraudulent need it
Peep all the dogs with bloody paws they can't escape the claws of Shawshank Re-demon

The unknowns on Cottage Grove carry sticks with switches
Can't attempt preemptive with Red Dead Redemption
Carbine repeaters, you need them Major Leaguer Heaters
Keep em legal Disagree Well don't believe this Judas Priest

Cause he ain't nobody's Jesus
Celevision calling how I see em
Carpe diem, once direct deposit start per diem
Zelle my mom when she need it

Before the seeds are planted, seek financial planning in advance
A father's will get harshly real, leave Simba scarred when he read it
If left untreated from the ills of upbringing
They'll clock our moves and get us to groove

Before the ambiance is promptly depleted
Lift myself up like I'm the free hand of Morgan Freeman
Life hard when niggas debit cards get scammed for more than three bands
Caught em on Ashland, lacking car chased all the way to East End

Ran every light on 79th, Toretto's hyped for revenge
Way past the skin our heart the blackest night, as dark as we been
Plus hella recipes get lost from all the sauce that we blend
Turn culture into trend, ancestral disappointment need to make amends

So the very least we can do is try to protect them kids
Show em what correction is, with love and without questioning
Raise the daughters to be goddesses and the sons to reflect the best of men
Jesus ciego, transcribing my holy braille

This godly, pen is sacred by nature
Vibration based in its current state
Leave estates filled with slain disciples
I owe you twelve, trains flew off the rails

When Anubis feathers is tipping scales
If I had a silver spoon, I'd never eat with these hands
And sip my liquids out of crystal, never keep em in cans
Bed frame came with these Jordans, no more sleeping in vans

My bandwagon single seated, y'all can tweak in them stands
Lil' bitch
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English

Uh, hardest of heathen, caught me at the start of my zenith
How y'all a god, when niggas starving in your garden of Eden
Pardon this reading, but the fraudulent need it
Peep all the dogs with bloody paws they can't escape the claws of Shawshank Re-demon

The unknowns on Cottage Grove carry sticks with switches
Can't attempt preemptive with Red Dead Redemption
Carbine repeaters, you need them Major Leaguer Heaters
Keep em legal Disagree Well don't believe this Judas Priest

Cause he ain't nobody's Jesus
Celevision calling how I see em
Carpe diem, once direct deposit start per diem
Zelle my mom when she need it

Before the seeds are planted, seek financial planning in advance
A father's will get harshly real, leave Simba scarred when he read it
If left untreated from the ills of upbringing
They'll clock our moves and get us to groove

Before the ambiance is promptly depleted
Lift myself up like I'm the free hand of Morgan Freeman
Life hard when niggas debit cards get scammed for more than three bands
Caught em on Ashland, lacking car chased all the way to East End

Ran every light on 79th, Toretto's hyped for revenge
Way past the skin our heart the blackest night, as dark as we been
Plus hella recipes get lost from all the sauce that we blend
Turn culture into trend, ancestral disappointment need to make amends

So the very least we can do is try to protect them kids
Show em what correction is, with love and without questioning
Raise the daughters to be goddesses and the sons to reflect the best of men
Jesus ciego, transcribing my holy braille

This godly, pen is sacred by nature
Vibration based in its current state
Leave estates filled with slain disciples
I owe you twelve, trains flew off the rails

When Anubis feathers is tipping scales
If I had a silver spoon, I'd never eat with these hands
And sip my liquids out of crystal, never keep em in cans
Bed frame came with these Jordans, no more sleeping in vans

My bandwagon single seated, y'all can tweak in them stands
Lil' bitch
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Writer: Joshua Cochran
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