Chains - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

Fuck your chains

Want no motherfucking chains

They got my nigga Los in fucking chains

Things’ll never be the same

Motherfucking chains

They brought us over here in fucking chains

You think we had enough of fucking chains

So fuck that, fuck them chains

The years Mandela sat in that cell, and couldn’t get no justice

The bourgeoisiest of bitches be the quickest to suck 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 fucking disgusting

One look in they eye and she would fucking vomit

Ill, I’m running from my destiny

Terrified when people see the best in me

Same shit 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…

Motherfucking chains

I dont' want no motherfucking chains

They got my nigga Los in fucking chains

Things’ll never be the same

Motherfucking chains

They brought us over here in fucking chains

You think we had enough of fucking chains

Sometimes I feel like my brain’s in chains

So fuck that, run yo' chain

I got a bone to pick with this fucking Porky-fist snitch

Talkin' like the 40 don’t stick to my dick

Sippin' Henny as I reminisce

My nigga bumpin' to that Lox and that Biggie shit

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, shit hot, but I ain’t goin' nowhere, nigga

It’s money here

Tell the Ds, chase me up the stairs

I don’t fuckin' 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 fuck her

The 8 to the pillow when I bust ya

Suffer, if life don’t love you

Niggas like you and I don’t stand together

I’m cut from a different cloth, I’m a whole 'nother texture

I’m fuckin' solid, no stripes, no plaids

I just gotta, pet the cheese and catch you niggas in the trap

Fuckin' rats, what you see, consider it sacred

Stick to the G code, that’s thug motivation

Fuckin' up my concentration, created a situation

My whole fam cryin' when the jury deliberated

Cause of that punk ass statement but fuck it

Them niggas pussy 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 fuck up off your knees, ock

Forget me, not, I’m black history, nigga

So when I die, you gonna remember me, nigga

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 shit

Fo sho

Free my motherfucking nigga though, man

Shoutout my nigga JO

Big Mo, Las

The whole fuckin' First?

man, what’s up man

Free my nigga Craze, too

Hold your head, joo

Free my nigga Gaye, L

Shoutout my nigga Shizz, Creamo

What’s up, pop pop