Chaining Day

[Verse 1: Hardo +  Deezlee ]

I'm in a way different class than niggas

Way past these niggas

Old soul, I'm a classic nigga

There's a way different side of the game

Different size of the chain

Bread the lawyers for the case [?]

You nigga still getting fooled by the masses, But enough of ya'll

I buffed it off, this Rolex no custom job

These diamonds in this watch was placed by god

Embrace my ARDS, prayed I saw

Face to face seen the dope heads nod

He the loudest in the club, he on top of thе table

He ain't evеn worth a dub, better sit down nigga

I've squozed triggers, big bag I've blown figures

Fore I link with Longway I made the MAPA

Even if I never rapped I'd still be up today

With a 100 million stacks I'd still be up the way

I can hand a nigga racks he'd still be in the way

I can give a nigga game he still ain't seeing it straight

Niggas hating when you ball, they wanna see you deflate

She ain't ride the whole bit, but wanna be at the gate

Grown man by my P.O want me to be in the 8

And if I end up around some liquor then it's back to upstate

These crackers really lost their fucking mind

They gave my cousin all that fucking time

No I ain't perfect but I swear I'm trying

Cus I miss you, know your spirit flying

Wore shoes was too big, but we would share the size

Now I put on Dior chucks just to exercise

Press on file for my niggas that's still stuck in side

I'm on live with a 100k that's how I ride

For the love of the streets a nigga could've died

[Verse 2: DeezLee]

I fell stupid for that senseless beefin'

I couldn't even tell myself the reason

Its either die or you hit the precinct

My mindset start to change as recent

Cuz I ain't tryna lose the gift of breathin'

I ain tryna lose the gift of freedom

Shit I just did a sentence

Sometimes I think about drillin' and I'm a contradiction

I ain't see it no other way like I was one dimension

Street shit became my one decision

I'm cut different, I'm not one incision

Shit I was forced to hustle

I started out at 14 and I became accustomed

From that ball I flipped a quarter back I wasn't Russell

By 16 I done stocked a duffel

When you a pro you hardly check your consc-

When you know you hardly think you're wrong

I ain't give myself a chance, I thought that I belonged

I could've been more that a street nigga all along

I been through all the storms

If I did it and it's worthless then it wasn't worth it

I used my hustle in the wrong did it defeat its purpose?

I'm demonic did I meet a serpent

I served fiends before God I guess I am a servant

[Verse 3: Benny the Butcher]

Wanted to play in the NFL but could'nt make it in it

So thank God that the plug showed us favoritism (I'm thankful)

I'm not impressed wit' you niggas, too much plagiarism (Uh uh)

I'm kinda like Dame to niggas cuz we keep the Blazers with us

I went from poverty to selling autographed scales as novelty

The streets had to father me, but that don't bother me

Obviously I'm stacking this blue money like Monopoly

Honestly, spent a quarter on jewelry before property (I ain't perfect )

All of the the time I used to order a nine

Blood and money don't mix but coke and water is fine

Short on you clientele, that's what you callin' a grind? (Fuck you doin')

I took this BSF shit and turned water to wine ( Big game nigga)

Black messiah but this trap inspired (trap inspired)

Every bitch I had to fire see my whip and wanna flat the tire (What I do to you?)

Move a 100 keys now that's a diet (diet)

Right when the critics said rap was dyin', I set the East back on fire

Butcher nigga