Lil Wayne - Street Chains lyrics

[Verse 1] Straight from the East side Blood gang we heavy, f** n***a dare me I turn into Freddy, my fingers machetes Trap house jumpin' like Monta Ellis We trap out the teli when we outta town Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the hook b**h that's the plug Ocean view bedroom baby See through showers and I just put some fish in my tub Hold up I ain't playin', n***as say they rich I say eeh Same old song I don't dance Heater on my waist hotter than a frying pan If you don't see what I'm saying I give your a** a f**in' eye exam I ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin' Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced I’m at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a grand I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan, lord [Hook] And life ain't nothin' but a long day And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away You know the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay) That's why I had to get a little more trunk space Gotta insurance on the trap house, Allstate Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate Got the trap house pumpin' like an 808 Boom like an 808 [Verse 2] I could fly around that b**h need a tarmac I just landed in Cuba need a straw hat I gotta get the raw back I need a format I put the sh** on horseback and start my own ranch From where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack I turn your head to an open hot sauce pack I tell the b**h some true lies and some false facts Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stack Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky Stunt my a** off, chain heavy Your b**h get pa**ed on, chain letter Train smoker, smoke plain never Had a date with the devil, then I changed schedule I'm a trained k**er, like a paid k**er Better yet Saddam Hussein nephew n***a no love That's from the bottom of my heart I pull up and paint yo' whole f**ing block red And get out of my car and admire my art Then smile at my thoughts My b**h from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why I'm a boss I just got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti While it was parked Now I don't wanna talk, b**h I don't wanna talk Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want war? I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow, I be out by the morning, before I even yawn Stay in ya' lane, I remind these little boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn? The struggle is real, and the Bible too long I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my won't's Lord please, Kilo's OZ's Cause my b**h act like she like Pinot and cheese I dropped out of cla** so I'm zero degrees I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a tree I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda pink I'm a freak-show to freaks I'm spitting these bars, hope my bartap is cheap I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the beat The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the brief I'm too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo' cheek Like my b**h mixed, like Long Island Tea She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her feet I'm the head n***a, like prodigy And b**h I'mma shine, like Connery [Outro] And life ain't nothin' but a long day And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away