Lyrics:
diamond chain is on still nothing set in stone
Women borrow sweaters that I spray with my cologne
And tell me don't forget 'em and I promise that I won't
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
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'
to shake the pain, hopin' I could break the chains
Every day the same, who am I to make a change?
Will my niggas risk it all just to play the game?
on
When my diamond chain is on, still nothin' set in stone
Women borrow sweaters that I spray with my cologne
And tell me don't forget 'em and I promise
phonies, they fakes
These *** ain't never touched the weight
And I'm the muh*** bi-nuss
I stay on the block and risk my life
Day in and day out until a ***
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
to get my weight up (X2)
Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up
Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up
How the fuck I'm supposed to stay up?
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
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
Let me hold that weight and it close that safe
Scram, blam, clam, ran, damn on polices
Grand handstands couldn't slam on my thesis
Congo bands can't
Let me hold that weight and it close that safe
Scram, blam, clam, ran, damn on polices
Grand handstands couldn't slam on my thesis
Congo bands can't
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
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
the hood, you might get shot with an arrow
I was Prada'd up, double strapped, you was rockin' some Aero'
Yeah, yeah
My plays, my weight, my chains, my
Too bad that lil bitch couldn't make the cut
I came in drippin', drippin' in designer
I got an ese, not an assignment
Too many chains on, my bitch
live my life I'm feeling blessed up
I take a chance I roll the dice I know I'm next up
I pick the locks a smith with words I put the tools up
They call
the chain
Bitch you ain't wit us
Im feelin like chief keef my jeans 300
Diamonds in the nose piece
I got the seas flooded
We had the city on our back
The last
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
honest I ain't feelin' like that, man I just really like rap
Y'all lucky, trust me
I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky
With the shit that my pen state,
this ice on my hands got my wrist numb
Ice, ice, shivering, brr, brr, shivering
Bling, bling, you can see it on the chain
Ching, ching, catch me
Pushed me off the edge, feelin' all too dead Tired of this dread.
Wearin' diamond chains won't numb away the pain, leave me hangin' by my chain.
Zero
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