Gold on My Chain (feat. Alxandah)
Ha!, what? Too early?
Hold up, I got it
I got gold on my chain
I got gold on my chain
I got gold on my chain
I got gold on my chain
Bet these niggas know the name now
Bet these niggas know the name now (yeah)
Yeah, I got the power to fuck up some commas
I got the power to end all the drama
I got the power to flip ever hour
You send me a diss and I transcend your genre
I got the power to be in Nirvana
But never be dead we got the nothing in common
I got the power to blow niggas up
Ill be crashing your tower your high horse, get off it
Yeah, I'm just back at it again
Who the fuck else can I fucking offend
I put the work in you started a trend
Biblical ties, you started a sin
I took a couple of months, they thought I was done
You made your mistake, yeah
Sipping this tea in my hood
Putting this gold on my chain
My face has lost all feeling
My neck with ice I'm chilling
No brake can't stop I'm killing
Want beef got flame no grilling
My face has lost all feeling
My neck with ice I'm chilling
No brake can't stop I'm killing
Want beef got flame no grilling
I dropped Dreams & Nightmares copped a whiff of clout and fame
Boy is grimey, kinda whiney, Vador signed me, changed my name
And since then I've been inside this game and shit ain't been the same
I got some niggas with some bankroll talking bout me and the gang
Aye, I don't know you boy
I don't play that coy
Bullshit baby games
Here's a fucking toy
Hear the words deploy
Like some hoods ya know
Uh, snapping action like we drop and top again
We make music for the future audience
We don't trip unnecessary consequence
We the best we kill the rest with confidence
My face has lost all feeling
My neck with ice I'm chilling
No brake can't stop I'm killing
Want beef got flame no grilling
My face has lost all feeling
My neck with ice I'm chilling
No brake can't stop I'm killing
Want beef got flame no grill
Gold on my chain, see the glitter, see the bling
I got gold on my chain, see the glitter, see the bling
Heard your girl is really down, prolly more than summer flings
I got gold on my chain, see the glitter, see the bling
I got gold on my chain, see the glitter, see the bling
Everybody want the smoke, I can body anything
You can step up to the ring, Ill be ahead before you leave
Acting bold, like whats your name I'm everything you try to be
Aye, killing niggas with the pronouns
Niggas never noticed I'mma pro now
Bet the fucking status never go down
We might cop a ratchet for the low now
I aint status quo but I'll crack code
Might sacrifice you to the catacomb
Been a catalyst to the trappin shit
Pull up on a nigga leave his body froze
Main bitch might hit a lick
That's a come up on some other shit
If she fucking with me thats another hit
Tell Billboard that I'm coveted
With all the bases I been covering
A fucking 808 gon leave you suffering
I can shut you down like the government
Chopper uppercut you for the coverage
Hold up, I got it
I got gold on my chain
I got gold on my chain
I got gold on my chain
I got gold on my chain
Bet these niggas know the name now
Bet these niggas know the name now (yeah)
Yeah, I got the power to fuck up some commas
I got the power to end all the drama
I got the power to flip ever hour
You send me a diss and I transcend your genre
I got the power to be in Nirvana
But never be dead we got the nothing in common
I got the power to blow niggas up
Ill be crashing your tower your high horse, get off it
Yeah, I'm just back at it again
Who the fuck else can I fucking offend
I put the work in you started a trend
Biblical ties, you started a sin
I took a couple of months, they thought I was done
You made your mistake, yeah
Sipping this tea in my hood
Putting this gold on my chain
My face has lost all feeling
My neck with ice I'm chilling
No brake can't stop I'm killing
Want beef got flame no grilling
My face has lost all feeling
My neck with ice I'm chilling
No brake can't stop I'm killing
Want beef got flame no grilling
I dropped Dreams & Nightmares copped a whiff of clout and fame
Boy is grimey, kinda whiney, Vador signed me, changed my name
And since then I've been inside this game and shit ain't been the same
I got some niggas with some bankroll talking bout me and the gang
Aye, I don't know you boy
I don't play that coy
Bullshit baby games
Here's a fucking toy
Hear the words deploy
Like some hoods ya know
Uh, snapping action like we drop and top again
We make music for the future audience
We don't trip unnecessary consequence
We the best we kill the rest with confidence
My face has lost all feeling
My neck with ice I'm chilling
No brake can't stop I'm killing
Want beef got flame no grilling
My face has lost all feeling
My neck with ice I'm chilling
No brake can't stop I'm killing
Want beef got flame no grill
Gold on my chain, see the glitter, see the bling
I got gold on my chain, see the glitter, see the bling
Heard your girl is really down, prolly more than summer flings
I got gold on my chain, see the glitter, see the bling
I got gold on my chain, see the glitter, see the bling
Everybody want the smoke, I can body anything
You can step up to the ring, Ill be ahead before you leave
Acting bold, like whats your name I'm everything you try to be
Aye, killing niggas with the pronouns
Niggas never noticed I'mma pro now
Bet the fucking status never go down
We might cop a ratchet for the low now
I aint status quo but I'll crack code
Might sacrifice you to the catacomb
Been a catalyst to the trappin shit
Pull up on a nigga leave his body froze
Main bitch might hit a lick
That's a come up on some other shit
If she fucking with me thats another hit
Tell Billboard that I'm coveted
With all the bases I been covering
A fucking 808 gon leave you suffering
I can shut you down like the government
Chopper uppercut you for the coverage
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Alexander Wells, Michael Forrest
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