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nick grant - gold chains lyrics

[verse 1]
you sell that crack just for jordan’s and think you livin’ large
you gave that lame n-gga yo p-ssy then he stole yo heart
what can them teachers teach me? even they livin’ hard
got all them f-ckin’ degrees and still can’t get a job
my n-gga sub drug dealin’ man that’s all he know
and keisha sellin’ food stamps for a hit of dope
b-tches never come around when a n-gga broke
now she tryna holla at a player like a n-ggas coach
n-ggas know
spirit of pac
i’m hot enough to sizzle and pop
my sh-t is fresh prince mixed with the lox
i squeeze in ya face and i don’t mean when pimples get popped
its like ya girl sleepin’ around how i slipped in ya spot
second-guessing my future what will i equal out too?
real n-ggas don’t change so what do we amount too?
it seems when you down everybody wanna doubt you
they don’t hate you they just hate they can’t be what they love about you
gold chains

[hook]
n-ggas dying for gold chains
n-ggas dying for gold chains
n-gga we mentally enslaved
buy gold chains do anything to drive a range n-gga
n-ggas dying for gold chains
n-ggas dying for gold chains
n-gga we mentally enslaved
buy gold chains do anything to drive a range n-gga

[verse 2]
these rappers say the same sh-t no i don’t get it man
he tell you that you beautiful deserve a different man
sayin’ how he gonna support you and your business plan
but all he wanna do is cut edward scissor hands
a twisted man her farther was let that drama go
he touched her said he’d k!ll her if she let her momma know
what type of farther is that?
set up his daughter for trap
he sold your womanhood ain’t even let you borrow it back
a humble meanin’ to the apple don’t fall far from the sap
had em up just to get even man what garden is that?
you f-cked the world up she dancin’ to that out rollin’ [?]
she out here playin’ all these n-ggas like martin lawrence
she ain’t no rider she only ridin’ if the cars foreign
i bet this ar keep her out the middle of harm
how could she trust you in the club
but its sad but its her world n-gga she don’t want you anyway
that’s daddy’s little girl gold chain

- nick grant lyrics

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