Chains

[Skit: Will Smith] [Hook: Prez Harris & MonoType] Chains finna clang til we going out with a bang Til we going out with a bang x 4 I'm talkin' bout chains Chains, Chains We talkin' bout, we talkin' bout chains Shackled inside of our brains Telling you stay in yo lane Why they think we all the same [Verse 1: Prez Harris] I remember back in 06, the oldest I wanted to be POTUS, I wrote this Down just to show this To my teacher who just told me it was hopeless, bogus So I start rapping joking They said that I was tight when I spoke it The fam told me I should be a lawyer It's funny bars kept my mind open But the chains of the strongest couldn't hold this Some people are the wrongest don't know it I told em for the longest I'd show it And I bet before the song end they notice, they know They didn't know that I was chosen To lead my people like Moses Split Cs like a dope man Now I got 'em jumping like Derozan, lets get it No they can't me hold down I never quit it Said they didn't like my sound I kept spittin Had to SnapBack cause they said I wasn't fitted Might cry two tears in a bucket DJ Clinton New era of rap check the newsprint The takeover this the blueprint My team winning y'all losing No sneak diss don't get mad if the shoe fit But really though like don't get mad if the shoe fit just lace that boy up and wear it, ight [Hook] [Verse 2: MonoType] Chains, tryna stop my reign, never felt my pain Maimed, i’m going insane, i’m stuck in their game Eyes look back wanna challenge us Never thought I could make them bite the dust Every eye stares sullen it's an exodus Does the hate sprawl cus they envy us Brothers lost trynna fair through the plight Quick with horse play like mike and ikes Pull the race card say you chasing fights Caught soul searchin in the wake of the lights Great, how do I deal with this weight Break, the soul is pressed between plates Straight, what acts as my saving grace Fate, if we Just pigment with no face, Blank Just give me the reasons For these hell bent seasons Black families in treason cause our nations not grieving Chains gripping our necks, voices shooting like a tech The Wilsons are all reprieved While the emotions shackle our sleeves Civil war is abreast, people don’t rest Trying to make the best, through the tribulations tests [Skit: Will Smith]