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I make a fee

Real bosses gon' get real checks
I get reals chains and real respect 
They know that when I come to collect 
Its gon' get foul when i

to Mighty Morph on
Cause when I got the horrible news

I needed God's love to pull me through
I wanted it to be a hoax, I wanted it to be a joke
Now I know

fuckin' chain

I'ma fuckin' kill a nigga, I'ma kill a bang
I'ma go ahead, nigga, bang, whoa
I'm Cool J, nigga, tryna get a clean gun
Every nigga tryna do it

clothes y'all folding
Someone call Quavo and tell him if it's 1 on 1 that he can't hold me
Neck so frozen chain on Elsa
Wardrobe fly yea the fits on delta

a coma
These niggas know I don't play around
We could box, lil' nigga, I'll lay you down
And you say you my opp, but you gave a pound
New chain, new stain,

up in that box
Whats the game?
Snatch his chain?
Ion fear no man
I'll pull up on "wassaname"
Smith & Wesson
Fuck a K
But once I cop this AR-P
Whole

bae add a few scars
Same thing everyday bitch I live large 

Smoking on him like a cigar 
Big chain Cuban link calling me mark 
I been going diamond cuz

your appearance
You beckon me
You beckon me
As the dog returns to its vomit, I find myself in your chains again
Every link is another mistake that

I'm stuck up in my mind and I'm locked in a far away place
I'm waiting for an angel to retract these motherfuckin' chains
I-I-I be stuck within walls

Tired of spoiled motherfuckers extending
Their hands out like I won't pull out machates
Getting rich brings out the scrooge I'm so petty
Paranoid,

chain

It was food
I'm a fool to go to war with a rat
Watch first threat
I make you send me straight to the max

Pussy, I regret stickin' up for you

storm when the rain came
Fell down, that's the moment that the pain came
Had me thinking bout my pops in the chain gang
Telling me to keep going, gotta

vision blurry
Shout out two thousand seven, that's the kings crown jewel
A devil on the mic, but ya'll still prayin' on the way I suit
The type to pull

Stat Quo
With all them false lines that you pitched 'em
Shady Records sound like less of a name and more like a description (stop it)
Chain here,

to comin' up, you gotta stay down
I got too many on, take a chain off
Probably say I don't give a fuck and brush the pain off
Like the wipers

bitch, get your wig straight 
Get your facts straight, I got rich off a mixtape 
On a strip mate, please, don't get me irate  
Pull up on who? I'ma shoot

you could cloud my mind with doubt
And pull the wool over my eyes
Just know I wrote the book of manipulation
Bitch, I've always seen through your

She A Hollywood girl she like drugs and chains and diamond rings
I'm no Hollywood boy but I like clubs and fame and my Balmain's
Girl don't be so coy I

let me breathe
Let me breathe, let me be They won't let me be, till they restin' in pee
I can pull up with the nine-double-m, right
now I can make your

steal the vibe
I’m dropping straight vibes all year
I pull up I bad
I’m dripping with swag
I’m staying so fly all year
Wow
Don’t know what happen to me

name
When you're the hardest brown boy in the mother fucking game
You in a sticky, say the word and I'll pull up, I bring the pain
And I don't ever

Never changing up, visions of the grave 'til I rot
We keep our chains close, I ain't never trust these motherfuckas
Only brothers in my circle hittin'

the hate, dominate the place you populate
Stay in your lane, all the shit you cannot chain away
Hesitate, 'cause you think that you will suffocate
Run

Damn I ran it up fast just like a blink
I won't even touch her if her pussy stink
Pull up & my cup all easter pink
water all on me like a broke sink