Break Ya Chain

[Verse 1]
I was cooking up with my mom's shit
Fiends lining up like I called in a bomb threat
I'm complex, drive nothing but a concept
Man that shit ain't even far-fetched
Y'all played out like V necks or getting weak checks and ducking deep texts
God damn man y'all bitches are some rejects
Sipping Moet Imperial that's some weak flex
I'm popping gold bottles posted in the projects
Fall back, y'all shit ain't all facts
Y'all angry twitter fingers all cap and all that
I'm flossing, every meal for courses
We both got foreigns but mines is more horses
I've learned less from wins than taking losses
Not a care in the world still cautious
Shit you know how we coming
Got the ticket on the bird, that's the summer
What's up

[Verse 2]
I got to be at least top three
Outta shape this snow like hockey
Stash the work in my nuts [?] Versace
Hid the gun by the chips I'm at the store with my hakims
I be outside because these my streets
Such and such was shooting at who?
Not me
I won't hesitate to put a nigga in a hot seat
Life too short I get you wet for some Newports
Pussy nigga had me too steeped I had to cool off
So I went to the crib, threw my jewels on
Hit [?] he felt the same way
Loaded up the gat, slid back on the fools the same day (Word)
Left him at the shorelines, we met up at the main place
I don't give a fuck, roll up, we on the same time
My bitch keep calling me, keep blowing up the main line
Y'all just killed such and such now spreading through the grapevine
I don't know what you're talking about