Tarik Azzouz - 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 'telly 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 "ehh.." Same old song, I ain't dance Heater on my waist, hotter than a frying pan If you don't see what I'm sayin' 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 [Bridge] And life ain't nothin' but a long day And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way away You know that haters come in all sizes, all shapes, 'kay That's why I had to get a little more trunk space Got insurance on the trap house, Allstate Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate Got the trap house pumpin' like a 808 Boom, like a 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'll 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 schedules 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 Then 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 wan talk, b**h I don't wan 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 morn Before I even yawn Stay in ya lane, I remind these lil 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'ts Lord, please Kilos, OZs Cause my b**h high cla**, 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 Brinks So my sweet soda pink I'm a freak show to freaks I'm spitting these bars, hope my bar tab 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 your 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 Yeah [Outro] And life ain't nothin' but a long day Tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away