CHAIN ON - BROCKHAMPTON, JPEGMAFIA

Go ahead, throw a chain on nigga

Tell them boys where you came from nigga

Tell them boys why I stay up late

Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin' nigga

Tryna say somethin'

Go ahead, throw a chain on nigga

Tell them boys where you came from nigga

Tell them boys why I stay up late

Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin' nigga

Tryna say somethin'

Fifth string, Young Peggy ring

Slick with the Indies melodies, need two or three

Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go?

Second fiddle to winners, you be like Peggy Winslow

Street Fighter like Bernie, keep a stick like

Did you win if your purpose is just perfect potential?

Used to get fifty views, now they need Peggy’s momentum (Yeah)

Let’s check the addendum

Switch the corners of your prophecies, like That’s So Raven

Bald headed with lil' status, I feel like Maven

But I be just like Raven, up in the studio slavin'

Wonder how Peggy be- (Wait, wait)

Wonder how Peggy be caved in?

I be, bakin'

My oven stay prepped and ready for the heat they takin'

Niggas that took this road and failed ain’t have proper placement

Some of you niggas don’t grow up so Peggy make him hate him

Is it how I make the beats sound like Poltergeist?

(Huh?)

Or when my homies bring my name up is it in spite?

IT’s all talent, perfectly balanced, young supreme Khan

Who am I?

Wake up every morning like it’s do or die

No surprise, folks get jealous when you cut the ties

Livin' life, Lance Armstrong at the finish line

When we catch them cops on cam

I don’t need six seconds, you remember Vine

It’s nasty