Street Chains

Straight from the East side Blood gang we heavy, fuck 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 Bitch 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 "Eh" Same old song, I ain'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 fuckin' 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 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 That's why I had to get a little more trunk space Got 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 I could fly around that bitch, 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 shit 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 bitch 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 bitch get passed on, chain letter Train smoker, smoke plain never Had a date with the devil, then I changed schedules 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 fucking block red Then get out of my car and admire my art Then smile at my thoughts My bitch 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, bitch 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 lil' 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'ts Lord please, Kilo's OZ's 'Cause my bitch act like she like Pinot and cheese I dropped out of class so I'm zero degrees I can outthink a shrink, she can deep throat a tree I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda pink I'm a freakshow to freaks I'm spitting these bars, hope my bar tab 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 bitch 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 bitch I'ma shine, like Connery And life ain't nothin' but a long day Tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away