Chains And Whips Lyrics

Uncle said,

“*, you must be sick

All you talk about is just getting rich”

Choke my neck, *, and ice my *

Beat the system wit’ chains and whips

(This is culturally inappropriate)

You run from the spirit of repossession

Too much enamel covers your necklace

I buy *, you buy ’em sections

You buy watches, I buy collections

Misery’s fueling your aggression

Jealousy’s turned into obsession

Reality TV is mud wrestling

Some signed checks, I know better than

Beware of my name, that there is delicate

You know I know where you’re delicate

Crush you to pieces, I’ll hum a breath of it

I will close your heaven for the hell of it

You’d think it’d be valor amongst veterans

I’m watching your fame escape relevance

We all in the room, but here’s the elephant

You chasing a feature out of your element

And those lab diamonds under inspection

The question marks block ya blessings

There’s no tombstones in the desert

I know by now you get the message

Uncle said,

“*, you must be sick

All you talk about is just getting rich”

Choke my neck, *, and ice my *

Beat the system wit’ chains and whips

It don’t take much to put two and two

Your lucky streak is now losing you

Money’s dried up like a cuticle

Ya gasping for air now, it’s beautiful

John 10:10, that’s my usual

Mamas is falling out in funerals

Embalmed and bloat, they now viewing you

They never find the guns, but the sewers do

Bubbles was sick, he need medicine

Brought him back to life, now he dead again

Richard don’t make watches for presidents

Just a million trapped between skeletons

This the darkest that I’ve ever been

The diamonds make you taste peppermint

You ain’t thrive in the snow like it’s The Revenant

And send orders back down and keep shoveling

Uncle said,

“*, you must be sick

All you talk about is just getting rich”

Choke my neck, *, and ice my *

Beat the system wit’ chains and whips

Yeah, when things get dark and your number get called

And you look side to side, like “What did they say?”

And it ain’t the Lord’s voice

And then you realize that the Devil is talking to you

I’m not the candidate to vibe with

I don’t * with the Kumbaya *

All that talent must be godsent

I send yo’ * back to the Cosmics

The things I’ve seen under my eyelids

Kaleidoscope dreams, murder and sirens

Let’s be clear, Hip-Hop died again

Half of my profits may go to Rakim

How many Judas’s that let me down

But * it, the West mines, we right now

Therapy showed me how to open up

It also showed me I don’t give a *

The two time Gemini with the genocide

I’m generous, how ever you want it

I’ll be the gentle kind

Gentlemen and gangstas connect

The agenda of mine

Move * up outta here

This * get gentrified

Heavy genes like Genovese

I’ll drop your Pentagon

Then show up at your gender reveal

And tell ‘em gimme mine

I son *, I am the general

Where my gin and juice?

Every song is the book of Genesis

Let the sonics boom

Want the tea on me?

Well, here’s the ginger root

I generate residuals, *

Get off my genitals

They say I couldn’t reach Gen Z

You *

You must be full of that ginseng

Here comes the jinx, yeah

They genetics been synthetic

Screaming they genius

A finger wave, they all fall it’s Jenga

God gave me light

A good year, full of free will

Trump card tell me not to spare your life

(Mutha**)

Yeah, when things get dark and your number get called

And you look side to side, like “What did they say?”

And it ain’t the Lord’s voice

And then you realize that the Devil is talking to you