Lyrics:
ounces of cocaine. Guess it's back to the chain gang
From a hospital bed to a county jail. Yeah, I just gotta maintain
They sent me to prison. Straight
Grateful for my friends and my family (Yee)
Just the Beginning by Raxx & Abdee
It will burst it all down
Like a Tengai Shinsei (Woooah)
Yeah yeah
Me
gotta ask if my killy gon' complete the mission, he dead if he catch 'em (boom, boom, boom)
.762s, .556s, 308, he on a stretcher
By myself, I'll spin in
carefree lad that love to roam but Lord I wish I'd stayed at home
The way it looks I'll probably hang cause there ain't no hope on a chain gang
I dig
Never rock fitteds so this aint no cap
When I blow up , dont give me no dap
Just give me your bitch
I keep on my chain while I beat from the back
Moncler
say dem put we inna chain, cah we black
And watch 'ya now, big gold chains full of rocks
And you nuh see di whip, left scar 'pon we back
But now we
say dem put we inna chain, cah we black
And watch 'ya now, big gold chain full of rocks
And you nuh see di whip, left scar 'pon we back
But now we
from Osama Bin Laden
Lil' nigga he signed this shit (straight up)
I'm 4L Gang, if you reach for my chain
Then a nigga gon' die in this bitch (on God)
you mention our dead
Whole gang gonna paralyze em
You know we gonna paralyze em
Shot from his waist to his legs
We dont care bout em
An we leaving
and I live by the Fifth Amendment
Every sentence that I'm representin'
Don't get intentions that I was intendin'
No point is intended
But
ain't stopping, we going ahead
Ain't gotta be sad, thank God I ain't dead
I'm grateful I can go to bed
Satisfied when I pray
Going over what they say
They
bitch and give her back!
(Yeah!)
On go for the gang we lit, (we lit nigga)
Broke niggas make me sick. (Throw up)
They don’t want pay me shit (What?)
Anti social baby
This shit got a ring to it
Swing to it
She can hear my chains
When the gang moving
Anti social baby
This shit got a ring to it
mean to brag
Chanel tag on the back of her fur coat
Gang, but we don’t affiliate
Used to be eating on Philly steaks, Yeah yeah
Damn, A lot of shit
touring
Keep up the pouring
That poison yo organs
I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead
Popping them pills
Til these artists there's more dead
free from the chain gang now
Back home I was known and respected then one day I was wrongly suspected
So they put me in chains in a cold freezin'
neck
He told me I'm dead, I said, come on, still ain't heard nothin' back
Man, where you niggas at
We ain't been shot up yet
You spun, we ain't see you
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
line, cut your tight-rope (cut it)
Look my chain up in its eyes, that's the light show (woo, yeah, woo)
And there's no turning back (back)
Perc' 10,
groovin, keepin this bitch movin
Provin, we bang in this game watch my chain hang
Back and forth, back, and forth
Style, whatchu know bout ridin out
balling all day Lord am grateful
Your girl giving me head and am thankful
Stepping at the club it's a gang star party yea
A gang star party
Niggas with
(Great John on the beat by the way)
For no back whens, look
Miss me once I'm gone, ain't for no back whens, nah, nah
Uh, uh, in my feelings
Bad things happen
But the good days coming
Prolly wont see nothin
Til its turnin into sumthin
Just be grateful that u hummin,
And that sunny shine
could've left me dead in the valley a long way back
I'm just another needle
And this world is a haystack
I know you have a plan for me Lord
I'll obey that
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