I got the chains on my neck
And got the jays on my feet
I put all my money on the bag
To make it rain on the bitch
I gotta check that
While she’s twerkin on me
I gotta smoke less
And work more on my beats


Look at my step back
You ain’t follow my step back
I should keep runnin for making my money cause this makes me stress less
I feel like a zombie me and my homies and maybe I fuck with that ( lean )
This fellas don’t know me they just been guessing what I have on my backpack
Bitch I’m sick of that
They insist in keep judging me
Only god can judge me
My art is real and free
I’m smoking pressed
Recking and firing this shit
And I ll be recking be recking be recking till reach the best of me

I got the chains on my neck
And got the jays on my feet
I put all my money on the bag
To make it rain on the bitch
I gotta check that
While she’s twerkin on me
I gotta smoke less
And work more on my beats

Quem não é, não se compara a nós
Eu jogo no beat molotov
Não to online pra você eu to off
Tem de 100, na minha cinta, o revolver
Em ninguém eu confio meus corre
Minha equipe meu mano ja ta pronta
Fiz um single, eu to fazendo dol
Passei lá na sumare busquei uma vinte e cin
Fiz os amigo sorrir
Fiz isso memo sozinho
Pulei com minha fé
Sabe que Deus ta comigo
Mano eu nunca to sozinho
Deus abençoa os amiguin


I got the chains on my neck
I put all my money on the bag
I gotta check that
I gotta smoke less
And work more on my beats