[Intro]
Ayy, ayy (Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-dun)
A-K, okay, okay, okay, okay (Uh-duh-uh, uh, uh-duh)
(A-K, okay, okay, okay, okay) (Uh-duh)
[Pre-Chorus 1]
I was runnin' with the set, yeah
Runnin' with the set, yeah (Yeah)
We don't ever flex, we just rep, hear me? No (Hear me? Hear me? No)
What did you expect? (What did you expect? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't need respect, I'm the threat (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Tell 'em I'm so free, I got no chains on me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm so free, I got no chains, homie (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Nappy hair, nappy hair, no shame, homie (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm so free, I got no chains on me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm so free, I got no chains on me (Woah, yeah)
I'm so free, I got no chains on me
I'm so free, I got no chains, homie
I'm so free, I got n— (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, runnin' through the, uh- ayy (Yeah)
Right back where I started wit' it, ayy
I've been on since college wit' it, ayy (Oh)
They hit the club, I hit religion, ayy
Jesus, Jesus, I'll admit it, ayy (I'll admit it)
I just give 'em livin' raps, ayy (Oh)
You just give 'em Insta snaps, ayy (Ayy)
Do we need another post? Ayy (Do we?)
You insecure, you do the most
And if you on my side, we revive God through the Wi-Fi
T'Challa partner, never colonize 'round of high-fives for the top God, made us dangerous
Aim to bust, flame to dust, every idol bring to us, gangs of us
Trained to trust, the name that's blood stained on us, Christ gained to us
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I was runnin' with the shame, yeah
Runnin' through with chains, yeah, yeah (Ayy)
We don't flex, we invest, hear me? Yeah
This is what you get, yeah, yeah
I don't need respect, I'm the threat
[Chorus]
Tell 'em I'm so free, I got no chains, homie (Ayy)
I'm so free, I got no chains on me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Nappy hair, nappy hair, no shame, homie (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm so free, I got no chains on me, hear me? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm so free, I got no chains (I'm so free)
(Look at my neck, boy) No chains
No shame
(Rapper, heh)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, come get your opinion, it don't matter, uh
Money or the faith? I chose the latter, uh (Ooh)
Ooh, I can see them tryna keep us on the outside now
We pull up and watch you scatter, ayy (Yeah)
Yeah— runnin' through the woo (Ayy), Heaven got a playlist, uh (Oh)
I promise that's my favorite placement, woo (Oh)
Faithful over famous
Yeah, faithful over famous
New rappers that's sure to blow are really drug addicts wit' a studio
If you gotta pop pills on the usual, then that paradise ain't really Coolio
If your world is really that flame, then why you always high, tryin' to escape?
'Gram flexin', that's too fake, and them money phones really money loans (Woo)
And that real life is you comin' home, empty house and a heart of stone (Ayy)
Bad chick super savage, but for a bigger bag, she movin' on (Yeah)
Oh yeah, you makin' moves, but these folks don't really love you
Industry only love dudes that they can use, don't get confused
Interviews, I don't tiptoe, uh, go on, take down my info (Yeah)
His glory, that's simple, yeah (Yeah), ridin' 'round with that tempo, uh
That's liberal, that's conservative, that's charismatic and reformed too
My wife happy and Jesus love me, ain't nothin' left to conform to
Yeah
[Interlude]
Aah!
Haha (No-o-o-o chains on me)
(I got no chains on me)
[Pre-Chorus 1]
I was runnin' with the set, yeah
Runnin' with the set, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We don't never flex, we just rep, hear me? No (Hear me? No)
Yeah, what did you expect? (What did you expect? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't need respect, I'm the threat (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Tell 'em I'm so free, I got no chains on me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm so free, I got no chains, homie (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Nappy hair, nappy hair, no shame, homie (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm so free, I got no chains on me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)