broke the chains Teccanina's broke the chains, I'm out I broke the chains Lyricist has broke the chains, I'm out I broke the chains Teccanina's broke
God Still scared to walk the first ground because the devil is in charge Somebody help the Lord soul find Saviour 'Cause I'm standing on the corner with a tech nine
is 'bout that, psychotherapy You buggin' where the couch at? Wu, 'til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke
other life Don't go broke tryna flow, be you ain't that nice What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' double dribble How you nine foot tall
to have a crew to lean on, mics I fiend on, you think that you could do it like this? Dream on, I'ma chrome my rims and ice my chain, fly clothes and
blast one The only time I'm leakin' out my head is when I'm sweatin' You ain't gon' have me layin' dead in my Chevy I work hard for my rings, chains
therapy Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie, if it's not BROKE,
niggas be yening I'm mixing screwdrivers wit' j But don't forget the gining And then I go show my rings And my fake gold chain (edit)grab the nine like
fuck that I got the Rolex, chain an ring that match, stack my scratch Until I got enough green to bring shit back exchange? Yes Give up the chain an
drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the pawn Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done shot a lot Shot the nine
'm not takin no shorts So if I have to peel your cap then my strap is feelin no remorse Then sideways through the next fool That try to step I pull the tech
bout that, psychotherapy You buggin where the couch at? Wu, til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie - if it's not broke
that! I got the Rolex, chain an ring that match stack my scratch, until I got enough green to bring shit back exchange? Yes! Give up the chain an gain
scared to walk the first ground because the devil is in charge Somebody help the lord soul find saviour Cause I'm standing on the corner with a tech nine
head with the nine) Nah (we not soft, go head with the lies Duke you a knockoff, ya plans and designs is Off the table, I'm dead broke, nigga, they cuttin
forwards in all directions the outcomes disastrous You better call the psych hot line and find out if my glock nine Will leave you bleedin' in a shirt that says "Stop Crime" Chain
ya other life Don't go broke try to flow, be you ain't that nice What's with these basketball niggas, I'm screamin' double drittle How you nine foot tall
