ThisYaBoyTyrone - Broken Chains

Who you think you dealing with
In the game of wits
You illiterate
And I get even stronger with a pen
See I been
Pushing more bars than a prison sentence
Niggas never been behind them fences
Where your hopes diminished
And them lyrics be the only thing that keep you living
Picture this
I went from a felon
To a businessman
With my hands in many businesses
And I don't plan on stopping shit
See My word it carry weight
Like all the plates in a gym
I'm going harder than the pavement
Now I can see higher than the rim
Please don't compare me to them
We are not the alike
My shit be beating
Your shit get a skip
Other words we are not listening
Cuz your catalog is lacking
The shit I just make happen
Like a gift
I be wrapping
I be snapping like all the necks that I got my foot on
Apply more pressure
I bet you got your diamonds from a Coupon
My ego bigger than a foot long
She said it's like a shovel
So I kept my boots on
I can quote few more
But I won't
Just know I know
You not rapping shit that your life is based on
You can't make a life
If you don't take one
Ok I'm off that shit
I don't start shit
I finish it
End it with a quickness and never leave any witnesses
You hearing this shit is testament to how I'm killing shit
You niggas is bitches
Snitching is now a form of a transition
Like how you right
But you left
You cannot come back
You gotta stay your ass over there
Eliminate all of the hatred and fake shit in the air
I just keep it real
Remove my feelings off the shelf
No redrawing the lines when you cross it
So be careful when you talking to bosses
See me and my team
Not prone to taking losses
I go retarded
Like radio
They done got me started
Now I'm passing gas
Like someone farted
Adjust your eyes ray I sting
Like migraines
On a bright day
High beams take your sight away
Make your momma cry today
In other words this high flash blow your brains out
Leaving you with nothing else to think about
You can't even blink or shout
I got inner demons and I'm about to let them out
And I got some darker ones that I can't even rap about
Keep on fucking round and you gone find out
So be careful what you ryme about
Pop up with the k
Like whack a mole
I'm tryna clean them out
Come in through the back
Like I just had to take the scenic route
Ain't no need to scream I keep it clean
I only hit my target
Then I clear the scene don't leave a audience
You other niggas fraudulent

Written by:
Tyrone Spann Jr

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