Chicago is a cold-glide gospel for the street dreamers, built on cracked concrete and neon reflections. This is not just an album — it’s a moving monument to a city that teaches you to disappear, to resurface, to ride.

Chicago

[Intro]
(Haha, yeah)
Ayy, ayy
Let’s go

[Chorus]
I’ve been swervin’ lanes and stackin’ hundreds
Man, I feel just like a night rider (Rider, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that fire
And they always keep it right beside ’em ('Side ’em)
Messin’ with me, call up on the squad
And pull up like some live wires (Wires)
When my homies pull up on your block
We make that thing go bla-da-da-da (Da, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 1]
Drop the top, I'm ridin’ clean
Shinin’ like the city lights at midnight (Midnight, ayy)
Took your girl, she rollin’ deep
Say she love the way I live life (Live life, ayy)
Cruisin’ down on Madison,
Windows low, I’m stackin’ wins (Stackin’ wins)
West Loop flexin’, plays in motion,
Money talks, I let it spin (Let it spin)

Cashed out on a brand new foreign, (Skrrt)
Switch lanes down Monroe (Ayy)
Louis V up on my fit,
Drip too clean, no warnin’ (No warnin’)
I ain't stressin', stackin’ paper
Tell them labels, "Cut the check"
Got my brothers, got my shooters
Ain’t no need for disrespect (Nah, nah)

[Chorus]
I’ve been swervin’ lanes and stackin’ hundreds
Man, I feel just like a night rider (Rider, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that fire
And they always keep it right beside ’em ('Side ’em)
Messin’ with me, call up on the squad
And pull up like some live wires (Wires)
When my homies pull up on your block
We make that thing go bla-da-da-da (Da, pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2]
I been in the penthouse countin’ digits
Feelin’ like a mob boss (Boss, ayy)
Henny spillin’, bad lil’ shorty
Told me, “Boy, you way too hot” (Too hot)
Hit it from the back, got her screamin’ "Oh my God" (Oh God)
Took a flight, now we back on Roosevelt, we on the spot (Yeah, yeah)

They like, “Damn, why you keep a wrist so cold
And a bank full of blue strips?” (Blue strips)
I just laugh, tell 'em, “Mind your business,
‘Cause I came from the bottom, now we lit” (Lit, ayy)
Gold chains, dark shades, ride around like Bruce Wayne
Movin’ like a kingpin, never in the slow lane (Nah)

[Chorus]
I’ve been swervin’ lanes and stackin’ hundreds
Man, I feel just like a night rider (Rider, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that fire
And they always keep it right beside ’em ('Side ’em)
Messin’ with me, call up on the squad
And pull up like some live wires (Wires)
When my homies pull up on your block
We make that thing go bla-da-da-da (Da, pow, pow, pow)

[Outro]
Rider, rider, night rider (Rider)
Yeah, yeah, ayy
West Loop, Monroe, night rider
Skrrt, yeah, feel just like a—
Rider

Madison

[Intro]
(Ayy, ayy)
Ghost life
Loop runnin'
Yuh
Ayy

[Chorus]
Used to ride the Red, now I ride in chrome (Skrrt-skrrt)
Roosevelt to Howard, that’s my zone (Zone-zone)
Fullerton stop, got a queen on the phone (Ring-ring)
Jackson post where I made that tone (Pow-pow)
Black tint down, I don't do no pose (Nah)
Ghost in the Loop when I glide through slow (Woo)
Make that thing go bla-da-da-da (Da)
Grra-ta-ta-ta, pow-pow-pow (Bow)

[Verse 1]
Started with a swipe on a midnight train (Swipe)
Now I make plays that distort your brain (Boom)
CTA flame, I was raised in pain (Facts)
Now I ghost through glass like I left no name (Gone)

Morse to Monroe, that’s a line I claim (Mine)
Now I got ink where the city bled fame (Tatted)
Diamond cuts in the shape of a flame (Shine)
Loop talk hush when I step in the frame (Quiet)

Ashland jump when I bend that route
Penthouse keys in a zip-up pouch
Red Line taught me how to pivot that drought
Now I just ghost, never need to shout (Shh)

[Chorus]
Used to ride the Red, now I ride in chrome (Skrrt)
Roosevelt to Howard, that’s my zone (Zone-zone)
Shorty on my side with a monochrome tone (Yeah)
Jackson post, now the crown get thrown (King)
Ghost face out, I don’t show no smile (Nope)
Ghost wheels roll when I bend that mile (Slide)
Make that thing go bla-da-da-da (Da)
Grra-ta-ta-ta, pow-pow-pow (Boom-boom-boom)

[Verse 2]
Came from the cold with a southbound coat (Cold)
Talk no price, I just move that quote (Talk)
Train doors closed, now the game remote (Click)
But I still keep code like the line I wrote (Locked)

Full deck moves on a single rail
Gold in my teeth like a holy grail
Move too fast, leave a heat trail
Now the CTA tryna tag my tale (Too late)

No L’s, just belts with a metal core (Facts)
Loop floor bows when I cross that door (Bow)
Shorty say I float like I ain’t on shore
Told her, “I’m the one they was waitin' for” (Boom)

[Chorus]
Used to ride the Red, now I ride in chrome (Vroom)
Roosevelt to Howard, that’s my zone (Ayy)
All black fit with the voice on stone (Stone)
Jackson post where I built that throne (Facts)
Now I ride slow and the glass too low (Shhh)
Loop so quiet when a ghost go rogue (Gone)
Make that thing go bla-da-da-da (Da)
Grra-ta-ta-ta, pow-pow-pow (Boom-boom-boom)

[Outro]
Loop ghost
They know
Red Line to royalty
But I ghosted the crown
(Grra-ta-ta... ta...)

Loop

[Intro]
(Haha-ha...)
They skate to look cool
I blade to survive
Yeah
Blade God

[Hook]
I don’t walk, I glide
Steel knives when I ride
No brakes, no pride
Just balance and a side-eye
Slide left, then I dip
Blood dried on my grip
They talk, but they slip
I don't pray—I zip

[Chorus - female ethereal hook]
Blades down low, but I move like smoke
(I’m a ghost, I float)
Two rails up, I don’t miss, I float
(Let it go, let it go)
Ledge grind sharp like a priest in robes
(Cut deep, don’t fold)
Paint that street with a spark and hope
(Let the fire glow)
Balance clean, but the heart stay cold
(Cold like snow)
Midnight breeze in a chain-link soul
(Don’t let go)
Whispers loud when the wheels roll slow
(Roll slow, roll slow)
Bla-da-da-da, grra-ta-ta, blade talk bold
(Blade god, cold gold)

[Verse 1]
Cracked concrete knows my name
Every slam just fuels my aim
Blood on rails, I don’t feel shame
That’s just how you etch the flame
Glide through alley, crown in grime
Call it art, I call it time
Sunset glint in a trail of lines
You post for likes, I sharpen mine
No lights, just sparks from the edge I kiss
No pads, just grit in a holy mist
Wheels ain’t toys — they’re the war I twist
I don’t flex—I manifest risk

[Hook]
I don’t walk, I glide
Steel knives when I ride
No brakes, no pride
Just balance and a side-eye
Slide left, then I dip
Blood dried on my grip
They talk, but they slip
I don’t pray—I zip

[Chorus - female ethereal hook]
Blades down low, but I move like smoke
(I’m a ghost, I float)
Two rails up, I don’t miss, I float
(Let it go, let it go)
Ledge grind sharp like a priest in robes
(Cut deep, don’t fold)
Paint that street with a spark and hope
(Let the fire glow)
Balance clean, but the heart stay cold
(Cold like snow)
Midnight breeze in a chain-link soul
(Don’t let go)
Whispers loud when the wheels roll slow
(Roll slow, roll slow)
Bla-da-da-da, grra-ta-ta, blade talk bold
(Blade god, cold gold)

[Verse 2]
No gods, no brakes—just blood and steel
Came from a crack in a broken heel
Cali boys soft, they chase appeal
I skate through snow just to keep it real
Swerve like a monk with a knife for feet
Silence loud when I kill concrete
Every grind a sermon, every trick a beat
They post reels—I burn receipts
Balance ain’t luck, it’s war I own
No safety net, just edge and bone
You wear your brand, I wear my throne
Every fall just sets the tone

[Final Chorus]
Blades down low, but I move like smoke
Two rails up, I don’t miss, I float
Ledge grind sharp like a priest in robes
Paint that street with a spark and hope
Balance clean, but the heart stay cold
Midnight breeze in a chain-link soul
Whispers loud when the wheels roll slow
Bla-da-da-da, grra-ta-ta, blade talk bold

[Outro]
Blade God
Urban monk
No lights
No pose
Only edge
Glide

Loop

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