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I be Easy Bakin'\n\nMy oven stay prepped and ready for the heat to take it\nNiggas that took this road and failed ain't have proper placement\nSome of you niggas don't look well, does Peggy make you hate him?\nIs it how I make the beats sound like Poltergeist? (Huh?)\nOr when my homies bring my name up is it breedin' spite?\nIt's all talent, perfectly balanced, young Supreme Kai\n\nWho am I? Wake up every morning like it's do or die\nNo surprise, Zeus get jealous when you cut the ties\nLivin' lie, Lance Armstrong at the finish line\nGive it time, when we catch them cops on cam\nI don't need six seconds, you remember Vine, it's nasty\n\nGo ahead, throw a chain on, nigga\nTell them boys where you came from, nigga\nTell 'em boys why I stay up late\nTryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say\nGo ahead, throw a chain on, nigga\nTell them boys where you came from, nigga\nTell 'em boys why I stay up late\nTryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say\n\nHangin' from a chandelier in Babylon\nWe don't believe in white gods, they gettin' rattled on\nBeen in the belly of the kingdom, you can't tag along\nUnless you got war on the mind, to get the shackles off\nYou can't ignore the karma when it's flames across your lawn\nWe checkin' corners, so make sure our lanes don't come across\nSee, word from Marvin, couldn't sue me from \"What's Goin' On\"\nMovin' through the system, sprintin' through a marathon\n\nWe don't get second chance\nAnd they don't need a reason now, so I don't let 'em plan\nWhen I been fighting for the truth, I bring some extra hands\nCement inside my gloves to knock this shit into the fan\nPut that on everything I love, it's been a minute\n\nHad to flip what's in my blood to be a stack\nHad to handle other business, ain't no riddles, it's a fact\nIf you see me in my energy, ain't really tryna chat\nThat's the generations chargin' a battery in my back\n\nSee, I'm fueled by the culture, driven by my ancestors\nBody just a vessel, brain tapped into the answers\nTried to see me on the CCTV, couldn't scan 'em\nLike the serial was scratched off on the barrel of the brand\n\nAnd I been ten toes down with the city on my shoulders\nYou got no idea how that weight could make you colder\nScreamin', \"Free my niggas,\" 'til they free us, never over\nSpirit said, \"It's time for me to really be a soldier now\"\n\nCash rules everything around me (uh)\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all (yeah), y'all (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.17] One, two\n[00:03.82] \n[00:15.17] Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga\n[00:17.85] Tell them boys where you came from, nigga\n[00:20.56] Tell 'em boys why I stay up late\n[00:22.86] Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say\n[00:26.55] Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga\n[00:28.86] Tell them boys where you came from, nigga\n[00:31.72] Tell 'em boys why I stay up late\n[00:33.99] Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say\n[00:38.33] Fifth string, Young Peggy ring (go)\n[00:40.45] Slick with the ink, these melodies need Duolingo (ghit)\n[00:43.24] Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go?\n[00:46.18] Second fiddle to weirdos, you feel like Eddie Winslow\n[00:48.93] Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick like Rolento\n[00:51.52] Did you win if your purpose is just perfect potential?\n[00:54.64] Did you live up to it, is you just doin' the minimum?\n[00:57.20] Used to get 50 views, now they need Peggy's momentum (yeah)\n[01:00.08] Let's check the addendum\n[01:01.57] Switch the code, I'm speakin' prophecies like That's So Raven\n[01:04.22] Bald-headed with lil' status, I feel like Maven\n[01:07.33] But I be dressed like Raven, up in the studio slavin'\n[01:09.92] Wonder how Peggy be- (wait, wait)\n[01:11.51] Wonder how Peggy be cakin'? I be Easy Bakin'\n[01:14.10] My oven stay prepped and ready for the heat to take it\n[01:16.91] Niggas that took this road and failed ain't have proper placement\n[01:19.93] Some of you niggas don't look well, does Peggy make you hate him?\n[01:22.67] Is it how I make the beats sound like Poltergeist? (Huh?)\n[01:25.65] Or when my homies bring my name up is it breedin' spite?\n[01:28.02] It's all talent, perfectly balanced, young Supreme Kai\n[01:30.92] Who am I? Wake up every morning like it's do or die\n[01:33.68] No surprise, Zeus get jealous when you cut the ties\n[01:36.69] Livin' lie, Lance Armstrong at the finish line\n[01:39.50] Give it time, when we catch them cops on cam\n[01:41.93] I don't need six seconds, you remember Vine, it's nasty\n[01:45.26] Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga\n[01:48.26] Tell them boys where you came from, nigga\n[01:50.99] Tell 'em boys why I stay up late\n[01:53.22] Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say\n[01:56.78] Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga\n[01:59.48] Tell them boys where you came from, nigga\n[02:02.06] Tell 'em boys why I stay up late\n[02:04.73] Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say\n[02:08.53] Hangin' from a chandelier in Babylon\n[02:10.64] We don't believe in white gods, they gettin' rattled on\n[02:13.77] Been in the belly of the kingdom, you can't tag along\n[02:16.26] Unless you got war on the mind, to get the shackles off\n[02:19.09] You can't ignore the karma when it's flames across your lawn\n[02:22.38] We checkin' corners, so make sure our lanes don't come across\n[02:24.73] See, word from Marvin, couldn't sue me from \"What's Goin' On\"\n[02:27.76] Movin' through the system, sprintin' through a marathon\n[02:29.90] We don't get second chance\n[02:31.37] And they don't need a reason now, so I don't let 'em plan\n[02:33.98] When I been fighting for the truth, I bring some extra hands\n[02:36.51] Cement inside my gloves to knock this shit into the fan\n[02:39.67] Put that on everything I love, it's been a minute\n[02:41.70] Had to flip what's in my blood to be a stack\n[02:44.35] Had to handle other business, ain't no riddles, it's a fact\n[02:47.04] If you see me in my energy, ain't really tryna chat\n[02:49.75] That's the generations chargin' a battery in my back\n[02:52.57] See, I'm fueled by the culture, driven by my ancestors\n[02:55.47] Body just a vessel, brain tapped into the answers\n[02:58.44] Tried to see me on the CCTV, couldn't scan 'em\n[03:01.17] Like the serial was scratched off on the barrel of the brand\n[03:03.97] And I been ten toes down with the city on my shoulders\n[03:07.08] You got no idea how that weight could make you colder\n[03:09.33] Screamin', \"Free my niggas,\" 'til they free us, never over\n[03:12.43] Spirit said, \"It's time for me to really be a soldier now\"\n[03:15.48] Cash rules everything around me (uh)\n[03:17.66] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[03:19.12] Dollar, dollar bill y'all (yeah), y'all (yeah)\n[03:20.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: CHAIN ON (feat. 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