Chain Lyrics – Graffik
Singer: Graffik
Title: Chain
I just made like a 20 on a chain
I’m just tryna rap and learn the game
b#tches tryna rob me of my fame
Smokin’ gas got me insane
I’ma creep on ’em with the big MAC
How I’m gonna do these b#tches? Real bad
I just copped the big ol’ Bentley, Benz, yeah
Ayy, cop the truck and then go flip that
Everybody ’round me tryna get that
Feds been on me, yeah, I know I been tracked
b#tch you gon’ need wrist band tryna get back in the man den
Runnin’ South Jersey, little b#tch, and we ain’t from Camden
I feel like Lucifer [Lucifer], all of my shoes is fur [Ayy
I don’t care ’bout losin’ her [Why?
b#tch, I got a new concern [Okay, okay
You can see it right through my shirt [Through my shirt
Get that from the jeweler [That from the jeweler, b#tch
I just picked a b#tch up out of Evesham [Yeah
I didn’t wanna scoop her, but I need plans [Okay
And I know she want me ’cause she see bands
Yeah, I think might just go proceed that
Yeah, this life got me so detached
Purple drink with the green, yeah
And I never know where I’ma go from here
I’m really tryna be so social here
They ain’t f#ckin’ with me, yeah, I know they fear
And they demons irritate my soul in here
All that b#llsh#t gone, I been over this
I been gettin’ buckets and y’all 0 for 6
The f#ck? b#tch [Ayy, g#dd#mn, Jesus Christ, this sh#t hard]
How I’m gonna do these b#tches? Real bad
I just copped the big ol’ Bentley, Benz, yeah
I’ma flick the wrist like it’s a kickstand, sh#t
b#tch you gon’ need wrist band tryna get back in the man den
Runnin’ South Jersey, little b#tch, and we ain’t from Camden
I’ma pull up on you with the wand
You chill with some rats like your name Ron
I’ma do the game like Genghis Khan
You b#tches adjacent, I’m a don
b#tch, your f#ckin’ fame is not offendin’ me
Labels makin’ plays like Human Centipede
I have been unstable since the recipe
You been off the table like some grenadine
I can get her like a payment
Pick an instrumental, let the temples get
I can bring this sh#t to life like Geppetto with a blade did
b#tches always whisperin’ my name, but don’t say the sh#t with base ’cause the claims are just baseless
’cause I’m motherf#ckin’ tasteless
Ain’t sh#t like the I be aimless
I’ma snatch your b#tch and all the while got a fake wrist
Take this L, I never fell, you m#th*rf#ck*rs all look dumby as hell
From the bottom in the bottle as well
She call me “Papi,” I’m a papi in Hell
How I’m gonna do these b#tches? Real bad
I just copped the big ol’ Bentley, Benz, yeah
I’ma flick the wrist like it’s a kickstand, sh#t
b#tch you gon’ need wrist band tryna get back in the man den
Runnin’ South Jersey, little b#tch, and we ain’t from Camden
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