Chains On - Intellectual

[Intro: Lil Keel]

R-Racks on top of racks, I been stacking, yeah

Hoe, you know I got my pole, I ain't lacking, yeah

I ask bronem, "What's the deal?", he brought that MAC in, yeah

Tell 'em "Mail that pack in", yeah

Pockets slim, Atkins-

(You already know who it is, man, it's DJ Phat, flyest fat nigga you know, you other niggas is never competition, you dig?)

[Chorus: xhulooo]

Chains on I'm in the stu

Kept my head up in the sky, I gotta get to the loot (Yeah, I gotta get to the)

Said that she hate when I'm quiet, I think I'm better off mute

But I'm not even gon lie, I just wanted you (No, uh, yeah)

They don't evеn know my name, they just call me Xhu

But I can't еven blame them, it's not like they even knew

Unknown hitter, can't-, aye (Buh)

Unknown hitter, can't name him, he pop up out of the blue

[Verse 1: xhulooo]

Front, back, side to side

Tired of cappin, I'm tired of lies

Smokin' a spliff to a face, I'm fried

They don’t be taking advice of mine

But I don't got no advice to give

Speak on my brother, you've crossed the line (Woah)

When I step out Iget flyer than fly

Tell me who homies get flyer than mine

VVS diamonds like SZA, you blind

Hop out the cut like, "You not that guy"

He wanna play, then we put him to fry

I'm goin 30 on 30 like Kai

If we drippin or drownin', you just might die

We play with them bands like percussion with a stick on the side

Took me a break, I was losing my mind (Slatt)

[Verse 2: Lil Keel]

Yeah

I was losing my mind

No, I don’t got the time, yeah

Yeah, the Ksubi's, they mine

Yeah, your hoe not that fine, yeah

He was duckin' the slime

Now my bro did the crime, yeah

Niggas getting aligned, yeah

Niggas losing they mind, yeah