Bvll - Chaingang Lyrics

I Made a chain
Hope I don't hang from it
Shit
I mean
I hope
My shit don't fumble
I try to speak clearly
But sometimes I might mumble
I stumble
Upon some shit I wrote
Way down in that fox hole
I might go
N rock out in my poncho
But hockeys on in the house
Somebody yankin the cup soon
I don't
Pop balloons
5th street
Watching cartoons
With the weavers
Need to go n talk to my pops soon
The conversations earlier now
I know he proud of me
But That ain't good enough
Put the Mic in my room
A nigga cookin up
Like we chefin the old days
It's still
FUCK RICH
N FUCK LEVI
You f*ck w my set
I'm stomping ya neck
I do this shit for no pay
N today
I'm feelin some type of way
So if you see me w a frown on my face
Best try to not get involved
I'm still banging the halls
Tryna tear down these walls
Steady missin on calls
Put my phone on
Do not f*cking disturb me

I Made a chain
Hope I don't hang from it
Shit

I Made a chain
Hope I don't hang from it
Shit

I Made a chain
Hope I don't hang from it
Shit
I mean
I hope
My shit do numbers
Matter fact
What's yours?
So we can cool for the summer
I'm tryna
Do a couple shows
Cop an O of smoke
Aye
Get my fans up
Then I get my bands up
Fly her out
So she can see
Just what this life about
Walk about
The greatest city
In America
A show in Paris uhhh?
When I got some better stuff
But I'm still rockin murky
Till the death of ya
I ain't going
Less I'm rocking out the festival
N tell this bitch to stop blowing my phone
I'm tryna write a lil something
Got me humming along