Gold Chains Gold Daytons lyrics

[Hook X2]
Gold chains, n*gga gold daytons
Bum n*ggas ain't got no patience
Young n*ggas tryna get a name
And the cycle probably will never change

[Verse 1]
That's real sh*t where I come from
You probably wouldn't make it where I come from
Hes 17 and he ain't got one gun
And he roll with the groupie n*ggas
I feel the same way do it the bodies sh*t I swear to god
Hitman for the bread man that's just his job
Gotta do what he gotta do to survive the streets
And hes up all night cuz hes tryna eat
Moms don't give a f*ck, dad neither
And he don't f*ck with his brother cuz he a woman beater
That's real sh*t he just play us cards
Just think man whats this art

[Hook x2]

[Bridge x13]
Gold chains, gold daytons

[Hook x2]