Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire - Chains lyrics

[Hook] f** your chains Want no motherf**ing chains They got my n***a Los in f**ing chains Things'll never be the same Motherf**ing chains They brought us over here in f**ing chains You think we had enough of f**ing chains So f** that, f** them chains [Verse 1] The years Mandela sat in that cell, and couldn't get no justice The bourgeoisiest of b**hes be the quickest to s** dick Southern comfort, articulate ruffian Drunk walkin' on the platform of Broadway junction, nuts Self-destructive vacuum I'm stuck in Wonder if my woman know the baggage I come with Demons in my past are f**ing disgusting One look in they eye and she would f**ing vomit Ill, I'm running from my destiny Terrified when people see the best in me Same sh** I obsessed to be, I guess I'm, sorta afraid to be My insecurities are changing me, down to my reality is breaking me I can't take the pressure, can't take the pain, I... [Hook] Motherf**ing chains I dont' want no motherf**ing chains They got my n***a Los in f**ing chains Things'll never be the same Motherf**ing chains They brought us over here in f**ing chains You think we had enough of f**ing chains Sometimes I feel like my brain's in chains So f** that, run yo' chain [Verse 2 - Heron] I got a bone to pick with this f**ing Porky-fist snitch Talkin' like the 40 don't stick to my dick Sippin' Henny as I reminisce My n***a bumpin' to that Lox and that Biggie sh** Punch a hole right through ya, ice cold like coolers Gangster with a sense of humor and hurt heads like tumors It's the return of the ruler, takin' out of town spots In the buildin' pumpin' crack and stash packs by the cable box Somebody shot in my hood, sh** hot, but I ain't goin' nowhere, n***a It's money here Tell the Ds, chase me up the stairs I don't f**in' care I'm on the grind for 9 days, I ain't comb my hair I'm on my grustle, my grind and my hustle A face to the pillow when I f** her The 8 to the pillow when I bust ya Suffer, if life don't love you n***as like you and I don't stand together I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm a whole 'nother texture I'm f**in' solid, no stripes, no plaids I just gotta, pet the cheese and catch you n***as in the trap f**in' rats, what you see, consider it sacred Stick to the G code, that's thug motivation f**in' up my concentration, created a situation My whole fam cryin' when the jury deliberated Cause of that punk a** statement but f** it Them n***as p**y with a G spot Point my gun, look me in my eyes, I want screenshots Only time the beef stop is when your heartbeat stop Get toes to the floor, stay the f** up off your knees, ock Forget me, not, I'm black history, n***a So when I die, you gonna remember me, n***a Put me in chapters in the textbook, posin' with my best look Neat with the right, sloppy with the left hook Respect the jukes, respect that sh** [Outro] Fo sho Free my motherf**ing n***a though, man Shoutout my n***a JO Big Mo, Las The whole f**in' First ? man, what's up man Free my n***a Craze, too Hold your head, joo Free my n***a Gaye, L Shoutout my n***a Shizz, Creamo What's up, pop pop