Chains (feat. Heron)

Fuck your chains Want no motherfucking chains They got my nigga Los in fucking chains Things'll never be the same Motherfucking chains They brought us over here in fucking chains You think we had enough of fucking chains So fuck that Fuck them chains The years Mandela sat in that cell And couldn't get no justice The bourgeoisiest of bitches be the quickest to suck dick Southern comfort Articulate ruffian Drunk walkin' on the platform of Broadway junction, nuts Self-destructive vacuum I'm stuck in Wonder if my woman know the baggage I come with Demons in my past are fucking disgusting One look in they eye and she would fucking vomit Ill, I'm running from my destiny Terrified when people see the best in me Same shit I obsessed to be I guess I'm sorta afraid to be My insecurities are changing me Down to my reality is breaking me I can't take the pressure, can't take the pain I... Motherfucking chains I dont' want no motherfucking chains They got my nigga Los in fucking chains Things'll never be the same Motherfucking chains They brought us over here in fucking chains You think we had enough of fucking chains Sometimes I feel like my brain's in chains So fuck that Run them chains I got a bone to pick With this fucking Porky-fist snitch Talkin' like the 40 don't stick to my dick Sippin' Henny as I reminisce My nigga bumpin' to that Lox and that Biggie shit Punch a hole right through ya Ice cold like coolers Gangster with a sense of humor And hurt heads like tumors It's the return of the ruler Takin' out of town spots In the buildin' pumpin' crack And stash packs by the cable box Somebody shot in my hood, shit hot But I ain't goin' nowhere, nigga It's money here Tell the Ds, chase me up the stairs I don't fuckin' care I'm on the grind for 9 days I ain't comb my hair I'm on my grustle, my grind and my hustle A face to the pillow when I fuck her The 8 to the pillow when I bust ya Suffer If life don't love you Niggas like you and I don't stand together I'm cut from a different cloth I'm a whole 'nother texture I'm fuckin' solid No stripes, no plaids I just gotta Pet the cheese and catch you niggas in the trap Fuckin' rats What you see, consider it sacred Stick to the G code, that's thug motivation Fuckin' up my concentration Created a situation My whole fam cryin' when the jury deliberated Cause of that punk ass statement But fuck it Them niggas pussy with a G spot Point my gun, look me in my eyes I want screenshots Only time the beef stop is when your heartbeat stop Get toes to the floor Stay the fuck up off your knees, ock Forget me, not I'm black history, nigga So when I die You gonna remember me, nigga Put me in chapters in the textbook Posin' with my best look Neat with the right Sloppy with the left hook Respect the jukes Respect that shit Fo sho Free my motherfucking nigga though, man Shoutout my nigga JO Big Mo, Las The whole fuckin' First? man, what's up man Free my nigga Craze, too Hold your head, joo Free my nigga Gaye, L Shoutout my nigga Shizz, Creamo What's up, pop pop