Hit-Boy - New Chains lyrics

rate me

My momma raised me up in the era when

Papa was gone

He was serving coke and heroin

Writing raps, you would’ve thought I had help

But niggas fronting

Fuck it, I'll just keep these beats for myself

You see, it's broke nigga hating

That's the Internet shit, talking on the low

And it's rich nigga hating

That's don't let him in, that nigga might blow

All I want is some money, some hoes, and champagne

A boat, some smoke, fur coats

Slick Rick chains and a damn plane

Gotta put on for my niggas

Whipping without the pain

So I'm spending everything

Just to look good with my gang

New chains

So I guess we the new slaves

New chains, bitch

You see, it's Beamers

And it's Honda, love

Only one'll get the fucked

The other, not as much

You see, it's Ninas and it's Monicas

Both crazy 'bout the dick so they swallow nuts

Lobster, mac and cheese, and fire weed

That's the combination

It's the fucking House of Hit

That hailing Satan congregation

Hallelujah, hallelujah

We just brought in three more cases

KKK in bottles of dark

Thought the whole party was racist

I'm working hard for a check

Just to put it on my neck

A nigga with a new chain

Now that's that James Somersett

Now that's that James Somersett

Now that's that James Somersett

A nigga with a new chain

Now that's that James Somersett

But fuck it

I know you've seen Baby on TV

‘Cause I've seen him, too

Watching 'em, too

Wishing that was me and my crew

Real life ghetto kings, my stuntin' idols

I understood what that message was

Cash Money was them fly niggas

I wanted everything except the love

Soon as my cake up, I'm going straight up to Jacob

And I'mma spend it all

Blowing everything I was supposed to save up

Now Jesus had skin to bronze

So I pay my tithe that was owed

And used the rest of my green

To turn my Jesus into gold

I turn my Jesus into gold, I turn my Jesus into gold

So either way we're still slaving

Just hanging from a different rope

This just my song of honesty

Nigga, fuck your philosophy

Gotta ball out by any means

Even if it's at the swap meet

You know where Ben Baller be

We know them hoes wanna see, we know what them hoes wanna see

Nigga, we'll get fresh before we eat

So no, don't sweat the technique

I'm tryina shine like Eric B

I'm tryina floss like Rakim

So I'm spending everything from my deal, bitch