Chain Hang Low

[Intro: Channel Tres]

I'ma let my chain hang low

Spent a stupid amount on this motherfucker, man (shit)

Tryna take my soul tonight

Tell me what the them hoes are like (Ooh)

Let my chain hang low tonight

Let my shit hang, nigga

Let my chain hang low tonight

Open up the door

[Verse 1: Channel Tres]

Fame is awesome but it's exhausting

Proceed with caution if you want to be an artist

I do this often even when it's autumn

I gotta work hard so I can end up in a foreign

I bought my first car, it was a Honda at an auction

I ain't gon' lie, I still shop at Nordstrom's

When I was broke, I ain't have an option

Still same nigga eatin' cereal, watching Martin

Staying up, threw the Xannies out

Stuck in the studio, drag me out

I finally moved out my granny house

St-still a hood nigga, better watch your mouth (watch your mouth)

I'm so pure with this shit, man

Tryna take my soul tonight (You wish you could)

Tell me what the them hoes are like (I hope they're good)

Let my chain hang low tonight (Chain hang low)

Let my chain hang low tonight (Chain hang low)

[Verse 2: Teezo Touchdown]

Middle of the mall, jeweler tryna wave me down

Not right now, my first chain turned brown

Cowboy boots on like I'm on fairgrounds

I'm nothing like these clowns, I'm on my manure

Boy, dem is not diamonds, dem just mirrors

Objects may shine brighter than they appear

Ay, be clear, this my daddy house

Put me on the flyer, bring the baddies out, candy caddies out

In the bank pulling baggies out

I'll be there all day, you gotta drag me out

'Scuse me, sir, did you know your tag was out?

'Scuse me, ma'am, do you know your ass is out?

[Segue]

Man, don't sound hurt

Well, he is, he's just working on some shit

Until it gets less shitty

[Verse 3: Channel Tres]

Copped my first chain from the beauty salon

Turned my neck green like the front yard lawn

Made some more bread, and then I went to the pawnshop

Bought me a Rollie that was somebody else's

Think about the pain that they probably had dealt with

From selling your own shit, they probably felt hopeless

Ay, but can I be real? Can I be real? (Yeah, yeah)

I'm probably not where I want to be

But that's okay 'cause I came from the deep

I was low like the soil, water and oil

We don't mix, but I can give you the world

I stay down like a soldier in trenches, fuck all you bitches

Ain't 'bout that bread, you can't keep my attention (No, no)

I sent my intention, yo run up the chilly

Playing my beats and they thought I was silly

Broke like a joke until I made a milli' (Million, oh)