[Intro]
Yeah, I got 17 chains, uh, check em out, yeah
[Verse 1]
Anytime I come round these n***as they seem to be like they be flexing bout things they ain't know about, but them n***as ain't real n***as, and I ain't f**ing with them
When you see us in the streets, wallkin, don't question what we doing, 'cause we ain't the type of n***as to like to do explaining
But remember, if you try to f** up us, we f** you up 10 times as much, so don't even try, if your'e a real n***a
Now, some n***as I f** with, but most of them, I just cool round
My point is, you could listen to us, but don't even try to f** us up, cause we coming back with more f** up for you if you even try to f** us up
'cause we the baddest on the roads, tryna bring back those old days, when they had boom boxes, on their shoulders, walkin in the beast of clothes, and you know we ain't cheap
We walk around the streets with gold in our pockets, all over our neck and skin, you swear all you see from a distance is a shiny yellow gold dope guy walkin the streets. And we the baddest, you can't mess with
[Hook]
You see us walking around the streets like we own em
You see I got 17 Chains on, with my boyz and producers, we walk the streets and own em, because no one gonna f** us up
[Verse 2]
Some n***as I f** with, the ones who know bout real like me
Most n***as I leave m to burn in the houses, but only certain n***as like me dope
The ones behind the scenes like me know about real sh**
Imma boss, who you never heard about, because i'm too cool to be seen
You see me walking the streets, its I who own them streets you walk on
A boss n***a like me is always dope
You wanna join the crew and f** with us? nah man, you have to do fly sh**, smokin the type of dope sh**, f** up a set of n***as walkin this street pretendin they own it, runnin from them f**ng cops, and if you can't do then things and wanna join and f** with us still, BOW, ya dead!
[Hook: 2x]