Chains, Whips & Bars - XV

How we go from «Who's that?»

to «That's who!»?

Gave the game life when it had less sole than flat shoes

Heart of a king, blood of a slave, a hundred chains

Sixteen bars that prison guards could not contain

We put on ice as soon as we get hot

And carry heavy metal just in case we slip, not

These kids rock like we Kid Rocks of hip hop

And if you hope that it stops then kick rocks in flip flops

CD’s fill bins like Regis, but we still treated like animals

Right?

No PETA

Maybe 'cuz we shine like a Las Vegas?

Cuz we all pack heaters.

They in drive, two seaters

Hittin' one city but I rent two cars

Damn Big, did we take it too far?

This is Ozymandius' chain going too hard

We are slaves to our vain man, look at the scars

But I got…

Chains, whips, bars, see?

So tell me why I feel so free

So tell me why I feel so free

So tell me why I feel so free

It’s hard to quit the bull, they be on some Jordan shit

Cuz when really do it, you don’t choose it, you were born to do

So I choose for my fam' and you, Florida shit

And I’mma kill a nigga on some Dexter Morgan shit

I promise momma that college wasn’t just for the kid

Cuz I master the trophies you don’t box up in storages

Nobody ever sang my praises, amazing

Now I’m hopping up on stages where they all singing my choruses

Chains, bars and whips.

Y’all ball cuz no umpire would ever call THEM hits

That y’all spit out y’all lips

I spit out my soul, you just spit out your spit

I’m going for the globe at the end of my wrist

North Pole on my twelve, South Pole on my six

Vizzy on tock, bad bitch on tick and it just won’t stop

If you don’t know that boy sick cuz he’s got

While everybody struggles to be so free

I can’t take these chains off me

I can’t take these chains off me

I can’t take these chains off me