Street Chains

Street Chains Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Straight from the East side
Blood gang we heavy, f**k nigga dare me
I turn into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the teli when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the hook
b**ch that's the plug
Ocean view bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say eeh
Same old song I don't dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a f**kin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I’m at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord
[Hook]
And life ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away
You know the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a little more trunk space
Gotta insurance on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap house pumpin' like an 808
Boom like an 808
[Verse 2]
I could fly around that b**ch need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a format
I put the sh*t on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the b**ch some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain heavy
Your b**ch get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed schedule
I'm a trained killer, like a paid killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no love
That's from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole f**king block red
And get out of my car and admire my art
Then smile at my thoughts
My b**ch from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk, b**ch I don't wanna talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn
Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my won't's
Lord please, Kilo's OZ's
Cause my b**ch act like she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a freak-show to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my bartap is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my b**ch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, like prodigy
And b**ch I'mma shine, like Connery
[Outro]
And life ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away