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I think Iâm gonna throw away the chains from my heart
Cuz lately Iâve been feeling like Iâm free
I think Iâm gonna give myself a brand new start
Iâll get back to my roots and then me
Iâm still on my gangsta shit
Chasing after C-Notes although I canât sang the bit
Cool as an ice berg, sharp enough to sank a ship
Still at fed money sometimes I just canât resist
Again I ask, who is if I ainât the shit?
East Side, I never been nobodyâs goon and I donât aim to miss
Matter of fact I aim that bitch and shoot till itâs time to change the clip
Fuck the witnesses and I ainât concerned with no fingerprints
They write us on the wall, I come from slanging bricks
Never did shit I regret or nothing I canât admit
Weaponâs true donât make me paint it pink
Although my lifeâs a horror film I wouldnât change the script
Prepared for war, thatâs right, I came equipped
It take money to go to war, itâs a good thing Iâm rich
But I will gun you down like I donât what famous is
And bitch Iâve been a rider since my training wheels
I think Iâm gonna throw away the chains from my heart
Cuz lately Iâve been feeling like Iâm free
I think Iâm gonna give myself a brand new start
Iâll get back to my roots and then me
I wish Milton couldâve witness this
The taste of success is sweeter than a pixie stick
Mr. Trip, I got more lines than a fishing trip
You gotta know my people got them birds, no chicken strips
My lifeâs a movie limitless
And as I directed my first, verse might contradict
I told what I live, my biggest fault is honesty
And honestly you would likely go blind if you caught a glimpse
Your girlfriendâs my bottom bitch although I am not a pimp
I spit as if Iâm gargling, Iâm fly enough to park a blimp in mid air
Pardon me, about I donât know Shorty and me
Cuz I will gun you down not for a quarter piece unfortunately
Grateful that my momma changed her mind about aborting me
But now Iâm ill enough to need an orderly
Now back the beef, Iâm already
And more anxious to go ahead and ascend it cuz I still got no respect for the authorities
I think Iâm gonna throw away the chains from my heart
Cuz lately Iâve been feeling like Iâm free
I think Iâm gonna give myself a brand new start
Iâll get back to my roots and then me
Itâs fuck the world nice and slow
Fuck your president too, I forfeit my right to vote
Extended glip on my bleakers appreciate my right to tow
Before I stab you in your back, I slice your throat
The truth lies in every single line I write or quote
Starring at my competition through my riffle scope
Is there a heaven for a G? That would be nice to know
Only problem is a nigger gotta die to know
Approachinâ my goals in life a trillion miles to go
(I think Iâm gonna throw away the chains from my heart)
Plus a million mouths to feed, I got no time to loathe
I just get on my hands and get it, donât know how to hope
(Cuz lately Iâve been feeling like Iâm free)
And Miltonâs been dead for years, Iâm still tryinâ to cope
Iâm well aware of how dark it is for all it down the hole
But Iâm shinning at this moment on a lot of note
School of Hard Knocks we all know that Iâm enrolled
Iâm still tryinâ to make the honor roll