This is a song about "Gold chain nigga"

I got a tattoo saying thug life, all i need now is a gold chain,

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Too many slain, my people bound to a chain

Where i from, it get cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

To chain the internal beast inside me

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

They hold it down like a ball and chain

Blow trees like a hurricane

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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