36 Inch Chain

Bi- we be that sh- that's right

Number two boo boo straight caca (yeah)

I smoke ganja with a dreadlocked rasta

Move like Frank you gon' die like a hassa

Move like Jesus die like a martyr

Hell of a choice when you riding a Lamotta

Trynna get some ho- in the hot car

How far is we away, man? Not far

The greatness they claim, not all

Are not, we are those juggernauts

Me El, we hail

Like a young Che Guevara and Fidel Castro

Cash flow, car full of females

Bad - we in the DR

Any f- rapper boy gettin' out of line I pray the preacher beat him to the g- ER

I spit them country rap tunes like Hee-Haw

Cocaine flow fishscale no re-rock

Take a snort for yourself shawty see he raw

See he raw

That's you shawty go on snort your nose off

Then put the news in the street Tom Brokaw

Cause of you shawty met a bad stone b- out of Brooklyn and that Brooklyn b- straight got broke off

Yeah she called her homegirl from the BX freaky lil 'Rican brought X and we sexed

Couple months later brought 'em down to Atlanta and let 'em style on the 'bamas that's right

Yeah we flex

Heard she got a baby daddy and a n- acting aggy runnin' round talkin' 'bout yeah he plexed

N- better pray for a ho like he Tebow though cause right now he stay losin' like The Jets

And I walk around like I got a 36-inch chain

And I walk around like I got a 36-inch chain

B- we be that sh- that's right

Light a flare put your thumbs in the air high five (yeah)

I came for the stash box gimme that

I been waitin' for this all my life

3 a.m and it's still not right

Still awake still away from fading

Crazy

Psilocybin

Why the ride so hazy

Dribble this spit till the street gets wavy

The blitz in pure sh- magician

Get to skipping

Not too tall dark and handsome man

But I talk dark for ransoms man

Spit grams at those zombies