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CHAIN ON FEAT. JPEGMAFIA - BROCKHAMPTON
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BROCKHAMPTON
BROCKHAMPTON
Performer
JPEGMAFIA
JPEGMAFIA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Composer
Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks
Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks
Composer
Dominique Simpson
Dominique Simpson
Composer
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Composer
Isaac Hayes
Isaac Hayes
Composer
David Porter
David Porter
Composer
Gary E. Grice
Gary E. Grice
Composer
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
Russell T. Jones
Russell T. Jones
Composer
Robert F. Diggs
Robert F. Diggs
Composer
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Composer
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Composer
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Composer
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Video Store
Video Store
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Recording Engineer
Dom McLennon
Dom McLennon
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Bryant
Jacob Bryant
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

One, two Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga Tell them boys where you came from, nigga Tell 'em boys why I stay up late Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga Tell them boys where you came from, nigga Tell 'em boys why I stay up late Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say Fifth string, Young Peggy ring (go) Slick with the ink, these melodies need Duolingo (ghit) Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go? Second fiddle to weirdos, you feel like Eddie Winslow Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick like Rolento Did you win if your purpose is just perfect potential? Did you live up to it, is you just doin' the minimum? Used to get 50 views, now they need Peggy's momentum (yeah) Let's check the addendum Switch the code, I'm speakin' prophecies like That's So Raven Bald-headed with lil' status, I feel like Maven But I be dressed like Raven, up in the studio slavin' Wonder how Peggy be- (wait, wait) Wonder how Peggy be cakin'? I be Easy Bakin' My oven stay prepped and ready for the heat to take it Niggas that took this road and failed ain't have proper placement Some of you niggas don't look well, does Peggy make you hate him? Is it how I make the beats sound like Poltergeist? (Huh?) Or when my homies bring my name up is it breedin' spite? It's all talent, perfectly balanced, young Supreme Kai Who am I? Wake up every morning like it's do or die No surprise, Zeus get jealous when you cut the ties Livin' lie, Lance Armstrong at the finish line Give it time, when we catch them cops on cam I don't need six seconds, you remember Vine, it's nasty Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga Tell them boys where you came from, nigga Tell 'em boys why I stay up late Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga Tell them boys where you came from, nigga Tell 'em boys why I stay up late Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say Hangin' from a chandelier in Babylon We don't believe in white gods, they gettin' rattled on Been in the belly of the kingdom, you can't tag along Unless you got war on the mind, to get the shackles off You can't ignore the karma when it's flames across your lawn We checkin' corners, so make sure our lanes don't come across See, word from Marvin, couldn't sue me from "What's Goin' On" Movin' through the system, sprintin' through a marathon We don't get second chance And they don't need a reason now, so I don't let 'em plan When I been fighting for the truth, I bring some extra hands Cement inside my gloves to knock this shit into the fan Put that on everything I love, it's been a minute Had to flip what's in my blood to be a stack Had to handle other business, ain't no riddles, it's a fact If you see me in my energy, ain't really tryna chat That's the generations chargin' a battery in my back See, I'm fueled by the culture, driven by my ancestors Body just a vessel, brain tapped into the answers Tried to see me on the CCTV, couldn't scan 'em Like the serial was scratched off on the barrel of the brand And I been ten toes down with the city on my shoulders You got no idea how that weight could make you colder Screamin', "Free my niggas," 'til they free us, never over Spirit said, "It's time for me to really be a soldier now" Cash rules everything around me (uh) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all (yeah), y'all (yeah)
Writer(s): Robert Diggs, Barrington Hendricks, David Porter, Ian Simpson, Clifford Smith, Isaac Hayes, Dennis David Coles, Romil Hemnani, Dominique Simpson, Russell Jones, Lamont Hawkins, Gary Grice, Jason Hunter, Corey Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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