Hit Boy
Hit Boy - New Chains songtekst
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[Verse 1] My momma raised me up in the era when Papa was gone He was servin' coke and heroin Writin' raps, you woulda thought I had help But niggas frontin' Fuck it, I'll just keep these beats for myself You see, it's broke nigga hatin' That's the Internet shit, talkin' on the low And it's rich nigga hatin' That's don't let him in, that nigga 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 niggas 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, bitch... You see it's Beamers And it's Honda, love Only one'll get the fucked 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 fucking House of Hit That ? 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 nigga with a new chain Now that's that James Somersett Now that's that James Somersett Now that's that James Somersett A nigga with a new chain Now that's that James Somersett But fuck 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 Understood what that message was Cash Money was them fly niggas 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... 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 Nigga, fuck 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 Nigga, 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, bitch