2 Chains

(M1onthebeat)

(Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat)

Two chains on me (Two, two)

Smoke on bro, it ain't on me (Turn)

Turn him to a gunner, he ain't Ljungberg, he ain't Henry

But it's an unbeaten season, I'm feeling like Wenger in '03

I know them opp boys feel that they're injury-prone, now they're losing teammates

Middle finger to the Trident, my young boy don't know his release date

Come look at the club, it's frying, we ain't coming out here with no tray

Lord knows I feel like the Weeknd

I feel like the Weeknd, I look in the mirror, it's blinding lights

Baby said that when I step I'm clashing

I wear too much ice with ice

She wanna step out, Cs are matching

Gang wanna step out, GPs matching

Done the right thing and I twinned them Cs

And I twin them machines

When the opps wanna rain on me, Ashanti

I never punked a paigon, he was civilian on my landing

And somethin' got drilled on a Sunday

Course I ain't know what happened

I was chillin' in my gaff with gang dem

Was listening to Kirk Franklin

(Tun up, tun up, tun up, tun up)

Cah I trust in God and the wap beam

Harry B find blocks and carton

Show the opps 'bout 4-door trucks and Transits

Just free Bradz, Nige is back on sorting tactics

Summertime, out with the two-two, glad

Having so much drip, it's a water fountain

Two chains on me (Two, two)

Smoke on bro, it ain't on me (Turn)

Turn him to a gunner, he ain't Ljungberg, he ain't Henry

But it's an unbeaten season, I'm feeling like Wenger in '03

I know them opp boys feel that they're injury-prone, now they're losing teammates

Middle finger to the Trident, my young boy don't know his release date

Come look at the club, it's frying, we ain't coming out here with no tray

Lord knows I feel like the Weeknd

I feel like the Weeknd, that boy got drilled on the weekend

On main street, feds still knocking

Cah I'm still neck deep in the deep end

Little bro scratched it off

Corona mask, no glazzy, don't value his freedom

Heard a shopkeeper was shocked

Behind the till like Kel and Kenan

All of this beef, we should've been vegan

All them opps, the manna like thiefin'

Bought that broom, manna want sweepin'

Some of these lucky they're breathing

HMP had a street **** reading

Back then I was basic

Now I'm sat at BRITs, my suit tapered and my fate tapered (Steady)

I'm meant to be famous

But I still zim zimma, who's got the keys to the Bimmer?

Pissed that I had to de-link this Insta' model

She was way too inna

Can't believe it was baguettes for dinner

Uh, now there's baguettes on my pinky finger

Two chains on me (Two, two)

Smoke on bro, it ain't on me (Turn)

Turn him to a gunner, he ain't Ljungberg, he ain't Henry

But it's an unbeaten season, I'm feeling like Wenger in '03

I know them opp boys feel that they're injury-prone, now they're losing teammates

Middle finger to the Trident, my young boy don't know his release date

Come look at the club, it's frying, we ain't coming out here with no tray

Lord knows I feel like the Weeknd

(M1onthebeat)

(Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat)