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Fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs
Just another young playa havin thangs man
It's really goin down in the god damn south
Young girls poppin pussy with them golds in they mouth
Young boys comin up layin it down in they gut
Never fallin in a rut cause life was made for us to strut
Made for us to grab it, I take the bull by the horn
Sippin on somethin sweet, blowin green popcorn
I'm trill, I'm country to the end my nigga
The underdog, young hog, fuck the pen my nigga
Cause it's a waste of bodies, a waste of time
A waste of spirituality and a waste of mind
You ain't really tough cause you been down there fool
Everybody tryin to get back to they families on the cool
I'd rather grip on grain, get head in the lane
You can have them hoes bodies, I'm possessin they brain
Comin up on em in a wide body frame
Hoes can't even pronounce the name, I'm out here havin thangs
Fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs
Just another young playa havin thangs man
Fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs
Just another young playa havin thangs man
From CD sales to jail cells
From diamonds that shine to eatin slop straight up off a chow line
From walkin that fine line, to 12 jurors decidin mine
From bein free, to bein confined
From bein loved, to bein despised
Many times I cried, for not allowin that bullshit to slide
It was a pill that I couldn't swallow
Loaded the strap with the hollows
After takin to the head a whole bottle
I did that, not thinkin twice about the consequences
Til I served damn near 4 years behind them fences
All my folk were like, Big Mike, you trippin
Get it together, if I could, I would of done somethin different
From G walkin to slippin, yeah, to flippin them calendar pages
Day after day, sweatin it out in them cages
Patiently waitin on the day when I can get back at it
Work that magic, collect that cabbage, I gots to have it
Fly hoes and chains and swangin thangs