Euro League - Gold Chains In A Dungeon lyrics

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(Intro)

Yeah, motherfuckers

It's time for you to hear some real live shit

The BX boyz, Euro League

Dope Lebanese

I need you to do me a favor

We need some real American hustlers

To materialize these American dreams

The only problem is you gotta think international now

You gotta think euro

(Verse)

How the fuck I made it this far?

That's what I aks myself each day

Did I give God the pen of generations that I give off

With a favor did for Islam

Or a spaceship in a lift for alien invasion

They just get left in awe

Shocking, but quick in rocket science

I been rocking since the route was the top of life

My a.k.a. is k.a.k.: kill all kings

Topple Tyrants, I'm nirvana pulling strings

I'm who's violin?! Orchestrating to take ova

Full pound orchestrating your make ova

Gun in your face, gun to your waist?

Tell me, what's a gun to a bait?

Somebody tell me what's a sum to a (???)?

I'm never fucking a mate

If the Minotaur is your mentor

I expect you to be stuck in the maze

Enforce the body shit

AK's in the hands of a baby Somalian?

So who's rank you acknowledgin'?

With grenade thrown door tags anonymous

You just anotha star on a monument

Niggas want competition? I'm all for it

What's my name? Euro, nigga, I'm all foreign

I don't care what you were saying, I'm all foreign

Get it? I don't care what you S-Aing, I'm all foreign

I dodge every impalas, can't afford to be exploring

Cause my city on some bullshit

Dawg, I can't afford to be a tourist

Yung Euro, middle finger to the bureau

But if I put my niggas down

You can be painting these mirrors

I'm the general, I can make heavens down to the couples

If imbibe the lord, get on, my niggas, down to that coral?

(Hook x2)

So I came up from nothin'

The world of pain and the suffering

It's like American dreams,

European schemes, gold chains in the dungeon

(Verse)

Devil on the loose, wid the alcohol, number one to ride

Effe on the jewels, money turn the boy slave

They foreva in a noose. Killa be killed

Berettas in the Coup

Shawties in the studio, ladies in the booth

I ain't lazy when I shoot, two hands, grip chrome, and

I'm aiming for the roof

What's war to Hussadin, that's bangin' for the truth

Always B.o.B, bricks on bricks

Dildo blocks, I only go between one bitch

I'mma listen Joe Har, I don't see no switch

Cause a life's a bitch, and the chance to slim

Then I make it well from, advance a whim(?)

Befo' I shoot a motherfucka where he plants his grin

I would neva sale my soul, but I dance wit sin

How you get rich on dollas, the answer's sin!

Ain't no luck in hip-hop, but we plan to win

You can blame it on the game, mommy

Gang banging, my momma's still ashamed 'bout me

Fuck (???) can't save my men from street sweepers

Buy a bigga gun, can't run it for bigga beef neither

Still up in the game, run base like Bee Jeeta

Finna found a fuck to give, and I was looking for my niggas

Tryna stretch, but lust keep cookin'

Gold chains in the dungeon?

Drug lords, the politics while they mess (???)

So just hit a black list shooter with his vest off

Food for though, here's another dip dish

Go grizzly and lobster, unless you dig fish

Took to see, I see dollas when I see food

Gettin' payed, I ain't gettin' payed what I'm here fo'

This an interlude of a simple dude

So I bust the grave to a style

What's a good chance that my nigga play a nine through?

You talkin' 'bout mind and I'm hanging on mine

Suga water, baby, that was made up for a crime