(Intro)
Aye, aye now on some real s**t though, man
It’s, it’s like Chicago is just a lifestyle that you know what I’m saying a lot of people not used to but we adapted to it
Like I’m 20 years old, I know I know probably at least 50 people dead, like personally that I know like dead or not
You know what I’m saying
On the day to day basis this s**t not regular

(Chorus)
All we know is darkness, all we know is pain
All my ni**as heartless, this the game we play
And we come from, where they hate us
And they take from, world full of fake love
Nothing but cloudy days, shoot outs round the way
Babys catching strays, but this the game we play
This the game we play
Know I’m riding for the game, we straight
I know this the game we play, one soldier

(Verse 1)
Illonios, Chi, Eastside I was raised
Roaming outside spending most of my days
Grade school, just a young ni**a with a heart
And some other young ni**as with me ready for whatever
All I tell em go and get em thugging, hustling
Shed a tear, shoulda make his blood borthers like I was born with em
Took a long, long time love to see my ni**as shine
Fought a storm with them, a couple gone on the ride
They ain’t seen outside a long, long time
Somewhere at the wrong time, prolly too much on they mind
Tryna homicide, other half gone now
Now God called him home while mama is traumatized
And that’s why we all quit the chains ni**as
One time back again the wall and letting pistols off with the
Tryna….a piece, at the ball games kicking
State to state on the planes tripping
Kobe died with his pain sipping
Thinking how we used to hang with him

(Chorus)
All we know is darkness, all we know is pain
All my ni**as heartless, this the game we play
And we come from, where they hate us
And they take from, world full of fake love
Nothing but cloudy days, shoot outs round the way
Babys catching strays, but this the game we play
This the game we play
Know I’m riding for the game, we straight
I know this the game we play, one soldier

(Verse 2)
Member when I used to write rhymes on the Microsoft
Record lyrics on the trap flip fore I ever touched a microphone
Young ni**a, like 15 granny living in the warzone
Naw I ain’t talking Harkas, boy Rikers Homes
Gong lie was frightened, but I had it right by my side, I’ma let it off always
Walking inside with that bi**h in my hand with no lock on the door and no light in the hallway
One thing for certain, I know that my hitters lurking
All day
Look at you f**k ni**a like always
Hop out the whip pull out the clip in broad day
Ain’t no regrets cause all the s**t we did, we did it our way
Can’t trust ni**as, f**k these ni**as I learned that the hard way
And all the ni**as that’s with me they riding like a Harley
40 in that old school, it ride like a Rari

(Chorus)
All we know is darkness, all we know is pain
All my ni**as heartless, this the game we play
And we come from, where they hate us
And they take from, world full of fake love
Nothing but cloudy days, shoot outs round the way
Babys catching strays, but this the game we play
This the game we play
Know I’m riding for the game, we straight
I know this the game we play, one soldier