Chicago Don’t Make Industry Plants

[Chorus: Chris Crack]
Stayin' in my lane, we ain't ridin' on the same strip
They was just trickin', I ain't cheatin' on my main bitch
Losers can't sit wit' us, them the guys you hang with
Now I can't trust a soul, that's the way the fame get
They ain't shit

[Verse 1: Chris Crack]
Now the chase on, don't let 'em infiltrate
Show 'em that ya cake long, hate strong
Ain't nobody finna play me, I ain't Trey Songz
Shit I know it hurts, I was bored so I'm thinkin' I'd surf
If money the root of all evil, why they ask for it in church?
Aye, that's a verse from the 74th chapter
Not a baptist, I was just tryna master my bachelors
This the good times, I wasn't really proud of my pastor, uh
They won't gas me, you can hold that
I call 911 and ask, "Where the hoes at?"
Take them back to where we whoop niggas
Right out they Mitchell & Ness throwbacks
I need a cold pack for me knee, 'cause I hurt it from jumpin' fences
Man this pimpin' was urgent
Police listen, always try to get a, woo, from my burner
Just make sure you got a tip for my service
And I always been slick as detergent
I'm never workin'

[Chorus: Chris Crack]
Stayin' in my lane, we ain't ridin' on the same strip
They was just trickin', I ain't cheatin' on my main bitch
Losers can't sit wit' us, them the guys you hang with
Now I can't trust a soul, that's the way the fame get
They ain't shit
Stayin' in my lane, we ain't ridin' on the same strip
They was just trickin', I ain't cheatin' on my main bitch
Losers can't sit wit' us, them the guys you hang with
Now I can't trust a soul, that's the way the fame get
The same shit

[Verse 2: $tevie Adam$]
My-My-My main bitch
She talk shit and I forgive her
Middle finger to all her sorority sisters
They ain't got shit to do with us livin'
(Hand in hand in hand)
I call her bubbalicious, she too sweet
Keep on openin' doors for me
This pink '73 Impala
My nigga [?] your charger
I'm breakin' all of your daughters
On my O.G. Scott Walker, now she callin' me father
[?], I don't want no more problems
Why she keep choosin' me?
Keep on do with me?
Keep on ooh-in' me
('In me)

[Refrain: $tevie Adam$]
All I do, hey (Mothers of the church)
Is think about your bitch (Where y'all get your fancy hats from?)
(I just wanna know)

[Verse 3: $tevie Adam$]
Walk into Sunday Service
The way I be cussin', make y'all thought I was worried
The pastors shit, he got his own demons
He be on that bullshit, so I'm in that pool pit
The diggers they lose it
Ooh, they passin' a plate bitch
I'm too quick
[?] early, turn on that Uzi
Crack off a oZ
He pass it to me, I accept respectfully

[Outro: $tevie Adam$]
All I do, hey
Is think about your bitch