🎵 Chains & Whips (Remix) // by Knox Hill

1 ContributorChains & Whips (Remix) Lyrics [Verse] Y'all push buttons play the game , you ain’t pressin On the print you leave no imprint, who you impressin'? Don’t cross me in this booth or I’ll have you givin' confessions I hear all this professin', you ain’t givin' no lessons Some of y’all thirst for attention, but leave 'em parched Each verse, I break bread, and they wine while I give em starch The white boy, I’m straight with the hands like a Hitler march And if you get offended, well good, this shit is art I’m quiet, kinda shy, I look like a school shooter I’m pumpin' hormones, make 'em eat it like Big Food does While y’all talk G, but your MO is on a router I do what I can, sir, I spread it like mom’s tumor So eat it up, my pockets fat, double stack I wear my Natty’s cap back with the double tags Still let my jeans bag, Ecko tag, run it back I ain’t one for math, but there’s a nine tucked under that I’m just playin', this is PG County Where white is the minority, best stay ahead like bounties The shit’s in my fabric, I ain’t talkin Downy, ask about me I been doin' spots and playin' shows, they always doubt me Circle 'round me like I’m takin they pi, and they used to clown me Tri angles on me and every line had me doubting But I stay calculating, a product of my surroundings All it helped me to grow , and I’m thankful it keep me grounded Here’s a lesson if you tryna make it Life will always test you, even when you can’t take it Just try to learn from it, it don’t matter what your grade is As long you keep going, persistence means greatness So stay hungry, stay humble, stay movin' Stay ready, stay heady, life’s full of abusers Where victims are numbers, but we name the shooter They want my peace, but I meditate the Buddha The chamber is roulette, and we play the game of life Some will give it all to bet, but it’s gone overnight The llama don’t regret, but the action pay the price Some will cross legs, and some will pray on the dice Look it's my turn to cook, I’m out in China burnin' books Hill up on Everest, the Meta is I’m earnin looks Too many crooks, too many halfway shook Where they mobb deep, these Prodigies gettin booked They raise Havoc on the bridges, but the trippers overlooked It’s survival of the fittest, but the fit’ll get you took Gangsta Grillz, every DJ needs Drama On Sunday they gon' heal, but on Monday, it’s the trauma They wake and mourn, then it’s spliffs and marijuana You might’ve met a dot, but they still lookin for the commas From Coast to coast, Ras Austin told me that I got it Rio offered to produce, so wait on that I’m droppin Already did the math, and I know that I pose problems Some will still divide in this life, and they post-partum I ain’t gon lie, my wife’s first miscarriage hurt I watch that life end, starin' at her bloody shirt Questioning my worth, 'cause I can’t take it with me in the dirt I think I left my seed out there, the cemetery by the church And since then, I’m only movin in reverse There’s no growth, there’s just holes and where it hurts I need therapy but I’m fearing what’s there Heart pumpin', panic attacks, shit, I'm scared Always drummin' on my pulse, OCD on if I got air I know that I can’t live like this, but when I stop, I’m snared Can I beat it? These rhythms are circadian I keep on losin sleep, I’m dreamin even in Arcadia I read the book of Enoch, and I wonder if we’re aliens The Nephilim are in disguise, but we’re the ones with alias They call foul, but I’m one with the ball Never given in though many men they want me to fall I’m the one with all the power, to be curt, it's assault Still some will chase the Drac' like they're Rory and Mal Button it up on these mics, it ain’t a podcast Some are steady fishin, and they broadcast Talkin bout my dirty laundry, everything to draw tags Rap professor when I take 'em all to school, better get your hall pass Y'all late, y’all tardy, get to slippin' Ya’ll hate that with my party you don’t fit in I know I’m great I’m Bob Marley with the vision Quit the barkin', y’all just ride of the back of a Harley bitches I’m comin down 50 with it, Block Burnaz doin' 150 spinnin Shonuff Ridaz pop a wheelie, hit the county, been a minute Pigs’ll "nick" em in "cage" I’m gone in sixty seconds like this sentence, let it spray Down by Senate where they lookin for some polls, and they runnin' for some change. wait Where some will turn to crime, tense, so they turn to dimes Homie flipped the watches, now he’s lookin at some time Me and him would chase the white girls, but now he’s doin lines I’m just thankful that sports gave me purpose They kept me out of trouble, and they always kept me workin' How to hold it down for others, and still hold my burdens And now I’m at a level I don’t worry 'bout a purchase I built my team, and I’m proud of what we got I ain’t really into whips, I would rather own the lot I’m into real estate, I’m into bonds, I’m into stocks So when in come the hate, my residuals are locked