Weeks

I ain't took my chains off in weeks (off in weeks) If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway 'Cause I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (god of the streets) Way too big to be discreet anyway Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shivers Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (chains off in weeks) Love that shit, too big to be discreet (be discreet) He tried to set me up in Dallas, broke into his own car (hahahaha) He not knowin' that I'm psychic, and I glow in the dark Lied on us while in Houston, we got throwed in the cross Sidestepping 'fore he could set me, punch a hole in my heart (ha) Cold quarantine game, I looked over your flaws Big god, sellin' raw and I'm controllin' the cost (ugh) Diamonds on my neck, that's a symbol of success Run you up a check, you gon' die for your respect Cautious who you entertain, they could be a threat Out of pocket, pull up brrrr on you, leave you somewhere stretched (stretched) Artificial dealings, all my visions then got clearer I cross one in the mirror, I can feel it in my spirit (ooh) I ain't took my chains off in weeks (off in weeks) If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway 'Cause I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (god of the streets) Way too big to be discreet anyway Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shivers Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (chains off in weeks) Love that shit, too big to be discreet (be discreet) G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag C-note, C-note Brr-brr, so much machine smoke Ooh, only ones that ride on side me are the ones willin' to die though Nuh-uh, keep it underwater, let it breathe Right there Just got this brand new thing, grrrah and then exchange when the shots fired Reportin' live, with the Glock .9, by the stop sign Recordin' live, bitch, I'm in the studio right now In Carolina, you could pull up on me right now We outside, yeah Hol' up, pour up, I glisten hard, my earrings, dawg This for Mazzi, Rollie, I never take my chain off Never talkin', I give that, already take your brain off Quarter milli' glist', then I wiped it on my wrist He be shootin' shots at B.R.A.S.S.I. but his posture not like this, bitch I ain't took my chains off in weeks (off in weeks) If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway 'Cause I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (god of the streets) Way too big to be discreet anyway Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas (arms of my niggas) Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shivers Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (chains off in weeks) Love that shit, too big to be discreet (be discreet) G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag C-note, C-note Brr-brr, so much machine smoke G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag C-note, C-note Brr-brr, so much machine smoke