Chicago Remembers Us

[Интро]
(Heavy 808 bass, fast hi-hats, sirens fading in)
Yeah…
Chicago.
This ain’t no tourist guide.
This is the grind where the city tries to break you.
We took that pressure and turned it into heat.
Listen up.

[Куплет 1 — heavy, deliberate flow, like King Von telling a cold truth]
Chicago breathed the struggle, we inhaled that smoke,
Every corner was a test: “You weak or you built to go?”
Empty pockets, but my mind was loaded like a gun,
Walking these blocks like I owned them, even when the sun was gone.
No girls looking our way — this city don’t play nice with dreams,
Just concrete and shadows, cold streets and broken scenes.
I didn’t beg for mercy, I asked for a harder beat,
So this town could feel the weight of what we made on the street.
Remember that basement? No lights, just a mic and a curse,
But the fire inside never died — that’s the only thing that matters first.
Now these walls know our names, they echo our sound,
Chicago’s nodding ’cause we took this grind and brought it underground.

[Припев — tight, punchy, meant to be shouted together]
From zero to a hundred, from dark to the spotlight,
We didn’t wait for chances — we ripped them out with force, day and night.
Chicago remembers us raw, remembers us broke,
Now the whole world knows who we are — we made that shift, we made that stroke.
Not luck, it’s steel; not chance, it’s war,
This city gave us a voice — we turned it into a roar.
They said this place breaks legends, never builds them up,
We proved that with a flow, you rewrite the whole damn cup.

[Куплет 2 — rapid-fire, sharp rhymes, Lil Durk style on max aggression]
Back then they’d nod but never knew our real names,
Now every block is screaming, “That’s our sound, that’s our flame!”
One sandwich split between us, counting cents like it was gold,
Now these numbers spin so fast it’s like the whole world’s on hold.
They tried to bury our sound, told us to drop the pen,
While we kept stacking bars, stacking wins, stacking then.
Studios, stages, lights, and crowds that never end,
But deep inside, still that kid who believed in every single line I sent.
I ain’t forgetting the ones who laughed, the ones who played pretend,
Now they slide in DMs begging for a feature, begging again.
Punch after punch, line after line, we pushed through the wall,
Chicago taught us to be hard — we learned that lesson, took it all.

[Бридж — back-and-forth, aggressive rhythm, like trading blows]
(1) City’s gray, but we painted it black with bass,
(2) Every track is a shot — you can’t erase.
(1) We didn’t run from the past — we fueled the fire with it,
(2) Now it’s driving us forward, like a beast that won’t quit.

[Куплет 3 — heavy storytelling, but angrier, more direct]
That alley’s still there, same windows, same shadows, same cold,
Only difference now? I don’t wait for light — I turn it on bold.
They look and can’t believe it: “How’d they get so loud?”
Simple: I did what I had to, every single day, no extra vow.
No magic, just grind, just flow, just the goal in sight,
And the brother by my side who kept me steady when I wanted to fight.
This ain’t about the money — it’s about proving we belong,
Even from the darkest corner, you can own the whole damn song.

[Припев — maximum intensity, punch lines like punches]
From zero to a hundred, from dark to the spotlight,
We didn’t wait for chances — we ripped them out with force, day and night.
Chicago remembers us raw, remembers us broke,
Now the whole world knows who we are — we made that shift, we made that stroke.
Not luck, it’s steel; not chance, it’s war,
This city gave us a voice — we turned it into a roar.
They said this place breaks legends, never builds them up,
We proved that with a flow, you rewrite the whole damn cup.

[Аутро]
Yeah…
Chicago.
Our start.
Our school.
Our sound.
And we ain’t stopping.
Ever.
Yo.