You will respect me, you will reject me
But I've done so much, no matter how far you go, you will reflect me
Dear Lord, have mercy on my banana clips
Give 'em half, call it that banana splits
See that's how that Chi-Town made me
That's how my daddy raised me
That glitterin' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me
If you are my homeboy, you never have to pay me
And you better wear your shades
The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage
Your child's future was the first to go with budget cuts
If you think that hurts, then wait, here comes the uppercut
The school was garbage in the first place, that's on the up and up
Keep you at the bottom but tease you with the upper crust
I really think the War on Terror is a bunch of bullshit
Just a poor excuse for you to use up all your bullets
How much money does it take to really make a full clip?
9/11, building 7, did they really pull it?
