80K WORTH OF CHAINS

[Part I]

[Intro]

Yeah!

Yeah!

(King Mezzy on the beat)

Yeah!

[Chorus: Saint G & Quadeca]

80K worth of chains

Is it stolen? Nah, it's made

Just made another K

Couple K, another day (True!)

New rappers hoppin' on the wave

Another day, another phase

I keep it steady, hella gains (Ayy!)

I keep it ready just in case (Facts!)

If snitches tellin', let it spray (Ooh!)

'Cause you know I elevate

They seen 'em snitchin' every day (Facts!)

Get the fuck up out my way (Swerve!)

We gettin' rich in the Bay, uh

Yeah, your bitch be in my way, uh

I pull up icy, Christmas Day, uh

That's just how I innovate (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Quadeca]

See me on the track, take a risk, better roll the dice

Fuck around, turnin' Rolling Loud to an open mic

So much fire, I really think that I broke the mic

Do not give a fuck if you think that my clothes are overpriced

You can see the way I'm flexin' when you close your eyes

Comin' for the people who said I shouldn't be glorified

Now they take a look at me, and they horrified

Old-ass haters on my 'Gram and they forty-five

What the fuck?

Looks like you be outta luck, ayy

Came out drivin' in my custom whip

They all freeze when they see me pullin' up, ayy, uh (Hold up)

Pullin' up

I got a white house like I'm Donald Trump, uh, uh

But fuck Trump

I turn the lights out, I been on the run, ayy

[Verse 2: Saint G & Quadeca, Both]

On the run

I keep my blind spot covered with my gun (Brrt!)

If you on my block, you know you better run

I got a blind thot suckin' on my thumb, what? (True)

[Verse 3: Quadeca]

Everybody wantin' to hate, I'm coppin' a Wraith

And after that, you know I'm coppin' some Bape, you wanna debate?

Wanna doubt me? That's an honest mistake

But you know I'm gonna make it, got a lot on my plate, ayy!

[Chorus: Saint G & Quadeca]

80K worth of chains

Is it stolen? Nah, it's made

Just made another K

Couple K, another day

New rappers hoppin' on the wave

I keep it true, I never change

You pull apart like metaphase (Facts!)

I keep it steady, hella gains

If snitches tellin', let it spray

They can watch me elevate

Told 'em, "Get outta my way!"

"Please just swerve outta my lane!"

We gettin' rich in the Bay (Ayy)

Yeah, your bitch be in my way, yeah

I pull up icy, Christmas day, yeah

That's just how I innovate (Ayy)

[Verse 4: Quadeca]

Ooh, ooh, ooh

They don't think that I can do it, allow me to demonstrate

Ooh, ooh, ooh

They like, "Why you make these songs?" 'Cause I'm gettin' paid Ooh, ooh, ooh (It's artistic- purpose too)

They like, "Your songs are whack!" Well, why they gettin' plays?

Ayy, ayy, ayy ("I don't know")

They like, "Your shit is whack!" Well, why I'm gettin' fame?

Uh, uh, uh

They say that I'm a nobody, they know my name (What?)

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)

When I be droppin' my tracks, then they go insane

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy—

[Part 2]

[Segue: Eric Andre (Officer Andre) & Man, Quadeca]

What are the rules to parking here?

You can park, it's totally fine

It is?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Really?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

That's great

Yeah, yeah

Oh, thanks

Yeah, no problem

Awesome

Hey, yeah

I'm-I'm sorry, you guys can't park here

I'm gonna have to write you up

Really?

Yeah

You just told us that we could park here

I-I just, I can't

What?

It's in the system

I'm gonna report you, so, goodbye, yeah

Ayy, uh

[Verse 5: Quadeca & Saint G]

They don't know what my name is

But I swear, yesterday, I was famous

I keep rappin' all the same shit

I just wanna end up on your bitch's playlist

See me on my motherfuckin' Bay shit

I'm in 4K, all you rappers eight-bit

Uh, and you lookin' hella basic

Hanukkah candles, you know that I just stay lit

I make hits, but they tryna hate on me

But I been doin' this shit since like the age of three

And now I'm ballin' like a pro, I'm in the Major League

If you don't wanna look at me, sorry I made you see

I made you look, take a page from my book

Sorry that I've been stealin' all these flows, I was raised as a crook

Fryin' all these rappers, was raised as a cook

And now I look at all this shit and the pain that it took

'Cause it took a lot of pain to get here

I'm about to be a senior and a Freshman next year

Uh, because I'm gonna be on XXL

And now these bitches, I need to take a big exhale

Huh! Wow, leavin' me outta breath

Got all these bitches and they like, "How have, have I have not found him yet?"

Well, they've now found me, now

Got these bitches lookin' at me, I'm like, "You ain't gonna doubt me now!" Ayy! (Alright, you're good, you're good)

[Verse 6: Saint G & Quadeca]

Uh, why you doubtin' me?

Just be proud of me, I got the clout, you see (Ahahahaha- uh...)

Haha, yeah! They mad at me

Uh, uh, uh, uh, and don't be sad for me (Aha, aha...)

[Verse 7: Quadeca]

I got the clout, you see

Take it up to the highest league, uh

But, to be honest, you will never be as high as me

You'll never be as fine as me

I drink the finest wines, I drink the finest wine

No, I'm divine, I do this shit, like, you know I get nine out of nine

That's ten outta ten, say it again and again

They like "Oh, who's the best?" They like, "Oh, Ben? Yeah, that's Ben"

Ayy, yeah 'cause that's what my name is, uh

Yeah, that's what my name is

[Outro: Quadeca]

I mean, my name's also Quadeca

But my name's really Ben in the re- in the real life