Chains & Whips

Album: Let God Sort Em Out (2025)
Charted: 82
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  • Uncle said, "Nigga, you must be sick
    All you talk about is just gettin' rich"
    Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch
    Beat the system with chains and whips
    (This is culturally inappropriate)

    You run from the spirit of repossession
    Too much enamel covers your necklace
    I buy bitches, you buy 'em sections
    You buy watches, I buy collections
    Misery's fuelin' your regression
    Jealousy's turned into obsession
    Reality TV is mud wrestlin'
    Some signed checks, I know better than
    Beware of my name, that there is delicate
    You know I know where you're delicate
    Crush you to pieces, I'll hum a breath of it
    I will close your Heaven for the hell of it
    You'd think it'd be valor amongst veterans
    I'm watchin' your fame escape relevance
    We all in the room, but he's the elephant
    You chasin' a feature out of your element
    And those lab diamonds under inspection
    The question marks block your blessings
    There's no tombstones in the desert
    I know by now you get the message

    Uncle said, "Nigga, you must be sick
    All you talk about is just gettin' rich"
    Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch
    Beat the system with chains and whips

    It don't take much to put two and two
    Your lucky streak is now losin' you
    Money's dried up like a cuticle
    You're gaspin' for air now, it's beautiful
    John 10:10, that's my usual
    Mamas is fallin' out in funerals
    Embalmed and bloat, they now viewin' you
    They never find the guns, but the sewers do
    Bubbles was sick, he need medicine
    Brought him back to life, now he dead again
    Richard don't make watches for presidents
    Just a million trapped between skeletons
    This the darkest that I ever been
    The diamonds make you taste peppermint
    You ain't thrive in the snow like it's "The Revenant"
    And send orders back down and keep shovelin'

    Uncle said, "Nigga, you must be sick
    All you talk about is just gettin' rich"
    Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch
    Beat the system with chains and whips

    Oh yeah, when things get dark and your number get called
    And you look side to side like, "What did they say?"
    And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize
    That the devil is talkin' to you

    Hmm
    I'm not the candidate to vibe with
    I don't fuck with the kumbaya shit
    All that talent must be godsent
    I send yo' ass back to the cosmics
    The things I've seen under my eyelids
    Kaleidoscope dreams, murder, and sirens
    Let's be clear, hip-hop died again
    Half of my profits may go to Rakim
    How many Judases that let me down?
    But fuck it, the West mines, we right now
    Therapy showed me how to open up
    It also showed me I don't give a fuck
    The two-time Gemini with the genocide
    I'm generous, however you want it, I'll be the gentle kind
    Gentlemen and gangstas connect, the agenda of mine
    Move niggas up outta here, this shit get gentrified
    Heavy genes like Genovese, I'll drop your Pentagon
    Then show up at your at your gender reveal and tell 'em give me mine
    I son niggas, I am the general, where my gin and juice?
    Every song is the book of Genesis, let the sonics boom
    Niggas want the tea on me, well, here's the ginger root
    I generate residuals, bitch, get off my genitals
    They said I couldn't reach Gen Z, you fuckin' dickheads
    You must be full of that ginseng, here comes the jinx, yeah
    They genetics been synthetic, screamin' they genius
    A finger wave, they all fall, niggas is Jenga
    God gave me light, a good year full of free will
    Trump card, tell me not to spare your life, motherfucker

    Oh yeah, when things get dark and your number get called
    And you look side to side like, "What did they say?"
    And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize
    That the devil is talkin' to you Writer/s: Gene Elliott Thornton Jr., Paul Desmond, Pharrell Williams, Terrence Thornton
    Publisher: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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