Chaining Day (feat. Benny the Butcher) - DJ Drama, Hardo & Deezlee: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

DJ Drama, Hardo & Deezlee

Chaining Day (feat. Benny the Butcher)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Chaining Day (feat. Benny the Butcher) was released on July 16, 2021 by Trap Illustrated/SinceThe80s, LLC as a part of the album Chaining Day (feat. Benny the Butcher) - Single

Song Details

AlbumChaining Day (feat. Benny the Butcher) - Single

Release DateJuly 16, 2021

LabelTrap Illustrated/SinceThe80s, LLC

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM84

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

DJ Drama

Performer

Hardo

Performer

Deezlee

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Stevi B

Composer

Dominique Harvey

Dominique Harvey

Songwriter

Joseph Barnett

Songwriter

Jeremie Pennick

Jeremie Pennick

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Stevi B

Producer

Lyrics

(Stevie on the motherfuckin' beat, ayy)

Trap Hill since the '80s

Oh, it's changin' day, huh?

Barry, Kezeke, I see you

I'm in a way different class than ****

Way past these ****

Old soul, I'm a classic ****

This a way different side to the game

Different size of the chain

Bred the lawyers for the case, even came

You **** still gettin' fooled by the masses

But enough of y'all

I buffed it off, this Rolex no custom job

These diamonds in this watch was placed by God

Embraced my odds, prayed, I saw it

Face to face, seen a dopehead nod

He the loudest in the club, he on top of the table

He ain't even worth a dub, better sit down, ****

I squoze triggers, big bag, I blown figures

'Fore I linked with Longway, I made an M in PA

Even if I never rapped, I still'd be up today

With a hundred million stacks, I still'd be up the way

I could hand a **** racks, he still gon' be in the way

I could give a **** game, he still ain't seein' it straight

**** hatin' when you ball, they wanna see it deflate

She ain't ride the whole bid, but wanna be at the gate

Grown man, but my PO want me to be in at eight

And if I end up 'round some liquor, then it's back to upstate

These crackers really lost they fuckin' mind

They gave my cousin all that fuckin' time

Nah, I ain't perfect, but I swear I'm tryin'

Hus, I miss you, know your spirit flyin'

Wu shoes was too big, but we would share the size

Now I put on DR Chucks just to exercise

Pressin' five for my **** that's still stuck inside

I'm on Live with a hundred K, that's how I ride

For the love of the streets, a **** could've died

I felt stupid for that senseless beefin'

I couldn't even tell myself the reason

It's either die or you hit the precinct

My mindset start to change, it's recent

'Cause I ain't tryna lose the gift of breathin'

I ain't tryna lose the gift of freedom

Shit, I just did a sentence

Sometimes I think about drillin' and I'm a contradiction

I ain't see it no other way like I was one-dimension

This street shit became my one decision

I'm cut different, I'm not one incision

Shit, I was forced to hustle

I started out at fourteen and I became accustomed

From that ball, I flipped the quarterback, I wasn't Russell

By sixteen, I done stocked the duffle

When you a pro, you hardly check your cons

When you know, you hardly think you wrong

I ain't give myself a chance, I thought that I belonged

I could've been more than a street **** all along

I been through all the storms

If I did it and it's worthless, then it wasn't worth it

I used my hustle in the wrong, did it defeat its purpose?

I'm demonic, did I meet a serpent?

I served fiends before God, I guess I am a servant, huh?

Uh, wanted to play in the NFL, but couldn't make it in it

So thank God that the plug showed us favoritism (I'm thankful)

I'm not impressed with you **** (Uh-uh), too much plagiarism

I'm kinda like Dame and **** 'cause

We keep the blazers with us (Huh?)

I went from poverty to sellin' autographs, scales as novelties

The streets had to father me, but that don't bother me

Obviously, I'm stackin' this blue

Money like Monopoly (Fuck these ****)

Honestly, spent a quarter on jewelry

Before a property, uh (I ain't perfect)

All of the time, I used to order a nine

Blood and money don't mix, but coke and water is fine

Short on your clientele, that's what

You callin' a grind? (Fuck you doin'?)

I took this BSF shit and turned water to wine, huh? (Big gang, ****)

Black Messiah, but this trap inspired (Trap inspired)

Every bitch, I had to fire

See my whip and wanna flat the tires (What I do to you?)

Move a hundred P's, now that's a diet (Diet)

Right when the critics said rap was dyin'

I set the East back on fire (The Butcher, ****)

Trap Hill since the '80s

Written by: Dominique Harvey, Jeremie Pennick, Joseph Barnett, Stevi B

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