[Skit: Will Smith]
[Hook: Prez Harris & Steven Layne]
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: Steven Layne]
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