Lyrics:
of myself motherfucker I done it
Take the tree raise it hit the 50 slab
Bitch I move all of that weight I just might hit my dab
Niggas got that funny
rising to fame
'Nuff of these guys will lose
Their mind for the fame grind for my name
I know it sounds a little bit insane
But I'll die for my chain
I'm
the Spartans
Made by distortion
Disobeying my abortion
Then I take my chain up out the frostin'
Rocking custom made garments
And they made them out
Ki's wit 29 letter melted cheeses
All of my papers now in real estate
White folks been doin' this since '69
It's billions and killer weight
So
dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me
It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight
Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache
shorty get surgical like Training Day
Dirty ass BM, throw my chain away
I don't care, hoe, I woke up feelin' great today (Fuck it)
Wide body demon hawk,
made, funny weight
I ain't got no change but I'm tryin to change
Got a thought chain thats gonna get me chained
I won't be the same cause I lose bein
I told em that the world got me feelin ice cold
Chain around my neck with embedded white gold
Think it's time to grab to a sweater cuz no matter
the beat I eat emcees
Please believe I'm lethal
I think it's illegal to be this regal
Word smith turned assassin
Ink stains with my open lacing
Placing that
If you don't know by now, we runnin' the game
Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain
Show respect to Cen' and Trade
Cut the check, believe we're
of Biggie and Jay
Where niggaz got Will Smith chips, get jiggy all day
Bitches that boost in the city all day
Heckel and Koch, crack spots, federal watch
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
can't even look the same
He High as plane & he fly as a plane
You won't even reach, don't even reach this chain
It's holding weight boy I'm keeping my
off the car when them niggas told me that they'll ride
Remember times I did that time, I ain't have nobody by my side
Swear I be feelin' like
ha) Or more like two-in-a-billion
Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me
But the Minuteman still do tricks on me
Swear the feds just starin'
tryin', I'm just always plottin'
Many men want my spot but I'ma always top em' (Let's go!)
Breakin' out the chains, in the stu I'm locked in
Got Actavis, I
Never got the time of day
Life has not been feeling great
Feelin' like I gotta change
Hopin' that I find my way
No I don't wanna be afraid
But I
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
Like, free my niggas out that cage Like, free my niggas out them chains
Like, they put 10 on Brodie head, He said fuck that 10 ain't even nun but
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
If I was you, then I'd probably have to slit my wrists
Sean price, the villain beatin' any feelin' this
Slit your wrists, so niggas won't get
D. Major baby
I've been scarred by your love, left my heart bleedin'
My soul posted in the shadows with some dark demons
I'm on the E-way in
of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million
(hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion
Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me
But the Minuteman still do
Ki's wit 29 letter melted cheeses
All of my papers now in real estate
White folks been doin' this since '69
It's billions and killer weight
So
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