Hit-Boy - New Chains lyrics

My momma raised me up in the era when Papa was gone He was servin' coke and h**n Writin' raps, you woulda thought I had help But n***as frontin' f** it, I'll just keep these beats for myself You see, it's broke n***a hatin' That's the Internet sh**, talkin' on the low And it's rich n***a hatin' That's don't let him in, that n***a might blow All I want's some money, some hoes, and champagne A boat, some smoke, fur coats Slick Rick chains and a damn plane Gotta put on for my n***as Whippin' without the pain So I'm spending everything Just to look good with my gang New chains So I guess we the new slaves New chains b**h You see it's Beamers And it's Honda, love Only one'll get the f**ed The other, not as much You see, it's Ninas and it's Monicas Both crazy 'bout the dick, so they swallow nuts Lobster, mac and cheese, and fire weed That's the combination It's the f**ing House of Hit That hailing Satan congregation Hallelujah, halleluhjah We just brought in three more cases KKKin' bottles of dark Thought the whole party was racist I'm workin' hard for a check Just to put it on my neck A n***a with a new chain Now that's that James Somersett Now that's that James Somersett, Now that's that James Somersett A n***a with a new chain Now that's that James Somersett But f** it I know you've seen Baby on TV Cause I've seen him too Watchin' 'em too Wishin' that was me and my crew Real life ghetto kings, my stuntin' idols I understood what that message was Cash Money was them fly n***as I wanted everything except the love Soon as my cake up, I'm going straight up to Jacob And I'mma spend it all Blowin' everything that I was supposed to save up Now Jesus had skin to bronze So I pay my tithe that was owed And used the rest of my green To turn my Jesus into gold I turn my Jesus into gold, I turn my Jesus into gold So either way we're still slavin' Just hanging from a different rope This just my song of honesty n***a, f** your philosophy Gotta ball out by any means Even if it's at the swap meet You know where Ben Baller be We know them hoes wanna see, we know them hoes wanna see n***a, we'll get fresh before we eat So no, don't sweat the technique I'm tryin' shine like Eric B I'm tryin' floss like Rakim So I'm spending everything from my deal, b**h