I'm getting my hands on the gains
Seek protection over fame
Address the pressure from the pain
More to life than the stressing bout the lames
What's the hype about these chains?
Steady flexing I'm a slave, okay
We don't need your master to pastor
Steady hands the craft of an actor
What if beginnings the end, ain't no after
Addressing the matter at hand, it don't matter
Changing the course midterm a disaster
I'ma have to take off the the mask of
All these false prophets with the chatter
Ain't no lockets, on the matter
But I'm saying, your lines steady dotted
Don't connect like the foes in your pockets
I'm just honest
Who want it? We did
Ain't nobody can f*ck with my kids
I'ma show all the things that u hid
Got amnesia don't know what you did?
And I'm tryna go off of with my lid
I'm getting my hands on the gains
Seek protection over fame
Address the pressure from the pain
More to life than the stressing bout the lames
What's the hype about these chains?
Steady flexing I'm a slave, okay