Chain Link

I try to always buy final call from the F.O.I

Even though that's not what Islam always signify

Y'all gotta love the struggle in 'em

They would get on their knees and shine shoes

'fore they ever let the drugs afflict 'em

Makin taco's and fuckin with McDonald's

Nickel and dime broke, but dignified with high hopes

Some people shoulder the weight of the median, make it look easy

Even though they walkin the tight roads

Immigrants, twelve deep in one bedroom

I'm too cool, I look at 'em like fools

Those fools combine forces and put the resources

And guess who the new owner of the corner store is

Shit, what's stoppin me from doin that?

I probably could with drug smugglers approve of that

Because if one dime sack in the time can climax

Into a billion dollar industry, then look at my abilities

But I'm a dreamer in alotta ways

I feel if you believe in God that you believe in brighter days

Keep my son's heartbeat in my sleep

I'ma walk the Planet Earth with his name carved deep in my feet like

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Chain Link Lyrics

Children growin, women producin

Men go workin, but what's the use

When the real strive hard and stress about the rent

And can still die poor and in debt without a cent

I wasn't lyin 'bout them muthafuckin hairy hands

Well how you think I tear a man till he can barely stand?

I share the land with heads that holler my chorus back

I'll do anything for the cats that show support like that

When I battle they hold my back, y'all most be smokin crack

Eyes are screamin, "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know you're wack

These Minnesota cats touch down in places where it's dormant at

Bring they muthafuckin trophies back

I'm like big up my man Optimus Prime

I'm like what the fuck do rappers got in they mind?

I might jump on the stage and start hollerin rhymes

Maybe bend your back around and make you swallow your spine

Cause it's clear you ain't seen no one this tight in years

When I sing I can bring Brian McKnight to tears

I have to consume, Ali capture a room

And before my son was born I made him dance in the womb

MC's put up your titles, I be grabbin em soon

Them faggots are doomed, worse than breathing hazardous fumes

Like (* heavy breathing *) (There it is)

Yes, now let the magic resume

Biatch