I think I’m gonna throw away the chains from my heart

Cuz lately I’ve been feeling like I’m free

I think I’m gonna give myself a brand new start

I’ll get back to my roots and then me

I’m still on my gangsta shit

Chasing after C-Notes although I can’t sang the bit

Cool as an ice berg, sharp enough to sink a ship

Still Chase that fast money sometimes I just can’t resist

Again I ask, who is if I ain’t the shit?

East Side, I never been nobody’s goon and I don’t aim to miss

Matter of fact I aim that bitch and shoot till it’s time to change the clip

Fuck the witnesses and I ain’t concerned with no fingerprints

The writings on the wall, I come from slanging bricks

Never did shit I regret or nothing I can’t admit

Weapon’s drawn don't make me paint a pic

Although my life’s a horror film I wouldn’t change the script

Prepared for war, that’s right, I came equipped

It take money to go to war, it’s a good thing I’m rich

But I will gun you down like I don’t what famous is

And bitch I’ve been a rider since my training wheels

I think I’m gonna throw away the chains from my heart

Cuz lately I’ve been feeling like I’m free

I think I’m gonna give myself a brand new start

I’ll get back to my roots and then me

I wish Milton could’ve witness this

The taste of success is sweeter than a pixie stick

Mr. Trip, I got more lines than a fishing trip

You gotta know my people got them birds, no chicken strips

My life’s a movie, limitless

And thats a theory that my first verse might contradict

I told what I live, my biggest fault is honesty

And honestly you would likely go blind if you caught a glimpse

Your girlfriend’s my bottom bitch although I am not a pimp

I spit as if I’m gargling, I’m fly enough to park blimp in mid air

Pardon me, about my dough, no shorting me

Cuz I will gun you down not for a quarter piece unfortunately

Grateful that my momma changed her mind about aborting me

But now I’m ill and up the knee and orderly

Now back the beef, I’m already

And more anxious to go ahead and its strange cuz I still got no respect for the authorities

I think I’m gonna throw away the chains from my heart

Cuz lately I’ve been feeling like I’m free

I think I’m gonna give myself a brand new start

I’ll get back to my roots and then me

It’s fuck the world niceand slow

Fuck your president too, I forfeit my right to vote

Extended the clip on my bleakers appreciate my right to tote

Before I stab you in your back, I slice your throat

The truth lies in every single line I write or quote

Starring at my competition through my riffle scope

Is there a heaven for a G? That would be nice to know

Only problem is a nigga gotta die to know

Approachin’ my goals in life a trillion miles to go

(I think I’m gonna throw away the chains from my heart)

Plus a million mouths to feed, I got no time to Loaf

I just get on my ass and get it, don’t know how to hope

(Cuz lately I’ve been feeling like I’m free)

And Milton’s been dead for years, I’m still tryin’ to cope

I’m well aware of how dark it is for Falling down the hole

But I’m shinning at this moment on a lighter note

School of Hard Knox we all know that I’m enrolled

I’m still tryin’ to make the honor roll