Chains On lyrics

[Intro: Tate Kobang]
Ayy
Just another deal in 'jects, yeah
n*gga reach for, now he dead
That why now he
Ayy

[Chorus: Tate Kobang]
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead

[Verse 1: Tate Kobang]
It was 1999, we got our first .44
Now we played with Dracos
And I'm ridin' dolo
I been had that drip, yes it was a tie, yeah
n*ggas said they made me, why the f*ck you ain't signed yet?
Gold chain, gold chain, gold chain, gold chain
Jesus piece on each one
Thirty, thirty, thirty
You'll be dead before you reach one
Mama used to say "watch out where you play", yeah yeah
You may catch a stray, prayin' every day, yeah yeah
So I keep the Grizzy, learn my lesson twice, yeah yeah
I learned nothing's promise except death for life, yeah yeah
Check on me, b*tches love the check on me
Gold chains, look like I got a truck on me
[Chorus: Tate Kobang]
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead

[Verse 2: Young Money Yawn]
Raffaello, that's my jeweler (yeah)
Wrist on my neck like a cooler (look)
Versace ro' chain, that's Medusa (Versace)
[?]
I got the chicken, rotisserie (I do)
Diamonds sang off like a symphony (woo)
I can't forget about Brittany (that's fake)
I wore a Bezel for Tiffany (I did)
Now her Rollie on point, she be Prince (damn)
This forty-one milli be dense (we stars)
[?] real wit' it (asparagus)
Haters start holdin' the grams (oh no)
I ain't with the talkin', remember
Leave you in a walker like Campbell (I will)
You gon get fed to the wars of king
And the lions in the jungle like Simba (Simba)
[?] even to the streets (I am)
Drug dealer, how I eat (a gram)
I got diamonds by the week (I do)
Wear my jewelry on the beach (all day)
Hol' up, wait, these round chains be fake
Line in a [?], mine goes [?] the whole way
Which one you say you gon take? (I got mine)
[Chorus: Tate Kobang]
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead
Chains on, n*gga reach for, that why now he dead