The Forecast Lyrics

You got a hail of bullets and snow showers

Got more stories than the Sears Tower

Beef is like heat it's automatic

Get your heart stopped for your Starter jacket

You better stay strapped don't get caught alone

My right-hand man out the Audy home

I know young boys who caught both barrels

Goose got cooked trying to grab Harolds

I can't lie the Chi is a cold place

Won't lie won't survive with your whole face

So I'm riding shotgun on the Lakeshore

With buckshots the size of acorns

Cause I even know broads who got scars

Caught a slug sitting ducks in parked cars

And it's more than Fours and Black Disciples

Young cats with rifles I'm talking actual psychos

Creeping through the streets of Chicago

Bending corners everyday in the jungle

So keep your head on a swivel

And your hand on your pistol

Sweet home Chicago

Sweet home Chicago

Keep chrome and ammo

Keep chrome and ammo

It's like a real life Grand Theft Auto

This ain't a game your ass might catch a hollow

Talk shit then your last breath follows

Don't get swallowed up by the shadows

Cause we about to party like we won the lotto

Smoking fat blunts bigger than a gyro

So meet me at the Rock and Roll McDonald's

Flame up the trees and pop the bottles

Niggas still push Like Jesse Jackson

Hats broke to the side cause that's the fashion

So if a mark roll up then I'm blasting

Put your ass in a casket and Gatlings

I don't think that you guys want it

With the south side Wentworth Wild 100s

You can run but you can't hide from it

That's why my bitch laying on my stomach when I'm

Creeping through the streets of Chicago

Bending corners everyday in the jungle

So keep your head on a swivel

And your hand on your pistol

Sweet home Chicago

Sweet home Chicago

Keep chrome and ammo

Keep chrome and ammo