Everyday In Chicago Lyrics & Chords By Lil Herb

Every day in Chicago (Need a gun to go here, Need a gun to go there...)
Every day in Chicago (Bro 'nem tryna go slide on these bitches... If they ain't got that pole on 'em... Man Shit, over with I ain't even gone lie...)
Every day in Chicago (A lot of bodies getting dropped all type of shit, man...)
Every day in Chicago (Squad!)
Look, I'm a tell you the truth
Growing up in the Chi, I ain't got nothing to lose
I done seen a lot of mommas cry
I done had a lot of homies die
You can't walk in my shoes
Out here in the field you don't do what I do
Ma ask me every day, "Boy, what you gone do?"
I'm a get to this cake ma
We gone be straight
But I told her either way I ain't going to no school!
You can catch me on the 8 with the 8
Lil Bro got the K
Either way still got that tool
Eyes open everywhere
Boy, I know I can't snooze
You a real street nigga then I'm just like you
Between my squad and my family, I hate to choose
Granny tell me all the time, "Boy, I pray for you."
Don't wanna change the channel and see I made the news
A lot of bodies getting dropped and they don't make the news
If you out here in the streets
Then you know wassup
Everybody wanna know why it's so fucked up
Wonder why the young niggas don't give no fuck
Cause we know don't nobody give a fuck about us
So we shoot guns and we gangbang
And we post up each and every day
Fuck the police
We gone sell weight
Till the people show us a better way
Every day in Chicago
Every day, every day in Chicago They got gangstas on that side
It's savages on this side
Them junkies on the block robbing ladies for a hit now
Never ever ever did I give a fuck about no bitch I...
... was too busy tryna make a 100 off a flip
Bought all the choppers niggas had when lil bro coming out that dip
They start running
Lil bro gone let off 100 out that clip
Why they snitching?
Why they snitching?
Why all these niggas snitching?
We don't want prosecution
We execute the witness
(Every day in Chicago) A nigga get whacked
Probably over chit chat
Hollows push his shit back
Now his homies ride around with the tec
Tryna get they lick back
(Every day in Chicago) It's still the same shit
Bitch, I roll with the same clique
Pocket full of Ben Franklin's
No change bitch
And I'll never ever change it
Every day in Chicago
Every day, every day in Chicago