CHAINEDTRACK THE DARK PRINCE - 45

Niggas hatin', time to bring em out
Niggas dissing for clout
I ain’t really with it now
Told my mom I’ll never fall to victim to theses streets
Lord knows I stay with heat
Something like Miami Heat
Call me curry when I shoot cause all my shots, they come from deep
Me and bro up in the stu' it ain’t hard to find me
33 up in the clip, big bullet Scottie P
Diamonds shining
Always grinding
I’ve been waiting on my time and niggas hating
Just be patient
Boy just wait up on yo time
Niggas call me Tony Hawk the way I stick to the grind
All these niggas hating me
Hate with fame it comes to use
Moms told me “you have a dream son, it needs to be used”
So imma flex up on my competition
Murder all my competition
Niggas say they out balling me?
Tell em ain’t no competition
Run up check up after check
Told my niggas we up next
Imma get this money dawg
I’m coming for these niggas neck
1000 bands on 1000 bands
Only took about 1000 hands
Where the fuck you get 1000 hands?
ChainedTrack got 1000 fans
Y’all niggas ain’t shit, unless you got a certain logo on top yo pants
Y’all been tryna get me on the wave, ain’t no chance
Keep it real, like a nigga should
Niggas think I’m going Hollywood
Just turned super Saiyan
Cause I’m not playing
Now these niggas shook
Don’t need a book
My name the hook
Triple double niggas Russell Westbrook
I’m too fire niggas can’t look
Somebody come get my checkbook
I’m a vet nigga you just a rook
Don’t cry now no feelings hurt
My nigga Jahh asked for a verse
So I’m just a legend eating up desert
Switching up my career choices so let a nigga get back to work
Back to work
Let a nigga get back to work
Okay, let the beat flow
Okay, let the beat flow
Okay, let the beat flow
Melvo
Melvo back on the fucking track
Cooling with the nigga ChanedTrack
Fresh style, what a nigga lack?
Everyone saying Melvo back
Keep talking might spray the mack
2-3 bullets in ya back
Biggas gon call me a rack
Got a lot of money and that stack!
Saw niggas, might hit a lick
Saw the dope, man flick the brick
I’m a boss, so call me rick
Shooting from the corner so call me nick
I’m a real nigga call me a dog
Real stingy, call me a hog
Roll deep like a fucking log
Can’t see me, like I’m in the fog

Written by:
Tim Bodu

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