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quadeca & saint g - 80k worth of chains lyrics

part i
[intro:]
yeah!
yeah!
king mezzy on the beat! (yeah!)

[chorus 1: saint g & quadeca]
80k worth of chains
is it stolen? nah, it’s made
just made another k
couple k, another day (true!)
new rappers hoppin’ on the wave
another day, another phase
i keep it steady, h-lla’ gains (aye!)
i keep it ready just in case (facts!)
if snitches tellin’, let it spray (ouu!)
’cause you know i elevate
they seen ’em snitchin’ every day (facts!)
get the f-ck up out my way (swerve!)

[verse 1: quadeca]
we gettin’ rich in the bay, uh
yeah, your b-tch be in my way, uh
i pull up icy, christmas day, uh
that’s just how i innovate
yeah, see me on the track, take a risk, better roll the dice
f-ck around, turnin’ rolling loud to an open mic
so much fire, i really think that i burned the mic
do not give a f-ck if you think that my clothes are overpriced
you can see the way i’m flexin’ when you close your eyes
comin’ for the people who said i shouldn’t be glorified
now they take a look at me, and they horrified
old -ss haters on my ‘gram and they 45
what the f-ck?
looks like you be outta’ luck, aye
came out drivin’ in my custom whip
they all freeze when they see me pullin’ up, aye, uh
pullin’ up
i got a white house like i’m donald trump, uh, uh
but f-ck trump
i turn the lights out, i been on the run, aye

[verse 2: saint g, saint g & quadeca]
on the run, i keep my blind spot covered with my gun (brrr!)
if you on my block, you know you better run
i got a blind thot suckin’ on my thumb, what?

[verse 3: quadeca]
everybody wantin’ to hate, i’m coppin’ the wraith
and after that, you know i’m coppin’ some bape
you wanna debate, wanna doubt me, that’s an honest mistake
but you know i’m gonna make it, got a lot on my plate, aye!

[chorus 2: saint g & quadeca]
80k worth of chains
is it stolen? nah, it’s made
just made another k
couple k, another day
new rappers hoppin’ on the wave
i keep it true i never change
you pull up hot like metaphase (facts!)
i keep it steady, h-lla’ gains
if snitches tellin’, let it spray
they can watch me elevate
told ’em, “get outta’ my way!”
“please just swerve outta my lane!”
we gettin’ rich in the bay (aye)
yeah, your b-tch be in my way, yeh
i pull up icy, christmas day, yeah
that’s just how i innovate

[verse 4: quadeca]
ouu, ouu, ouu
they don’t think that i can do it, allow me to demonstrate
ouu ouu, ouu
they like “why you make these songs?” ’cause i’m gettin’ paid, ouu, ouu, ouu (it’s artistic- purpose too)
they like, “your songs are whack”, well, why they gettin’ plays?
aye, aye, aye (“i don’t know”)
they like, “your sh-t is whack”
well, why am i gettin’ fame? uh, uh, uh
they say that i’m a n0body, they know my name
aye (what?), aye, aye
when i be droppin’ my tracks and they go insane
aye, aye, aye, aye…

part 2
[segue: eric andre (officer andre) & man]
what are the rules to parking here?
you can park, it’s totally fine
it is?
yeah, yeah, yeah
really?
yeah, yeah, yeah
that’s great
yeah, yeah
oh, thanks
yeah, no problem
hey, yeah, i’m-i’m sorry, you guys can’t park here, i’m gonna have to write you up
really?
yeah
you just told us that we could park here
i-i just, i can’t
what?
it’s in the system
i’m gonna report you, so, goodbye

[verse 5: quadeca & saint g]
aye, uh
they don’t know what my name is
but i swear, yesterday i was famous
i keep rappin’ all the same sh-t
i just wanna end up on your b-tch’s playlist
see me on my motherf-ckin’ bay sh-t
i’m in 4k, all you rappers 8-bit
uh, and you lookin’ h-lla’ basic
hanukkah candles, you know that i just stay lit
i make hits, but they tryna’ hate on me
but i been doin’ this sh-t since, like, the age of three
and now i’m ballin’ like a pro, i’m in the major league
if you don’t wanna look at me, sorry i made you see
i made you look, take a page from my book
sorry that i’ve been stealin’ all these flows, i was raised as a crook
fryin’ all these rappers, was raised as a cook
and now i look at all this sh-t and the pain that it took
’cause it took a lot of pain to get here
i’m about to be a senior and a freshman next year
uh, because i’m gonna be on xxl
and now these b-tches, i need to take a big exhale
huh! wow, leavin’ me outta’ breath
got all these b-tches and they like, “how have-have i have not found him yet?”
well, they’ve now found me, now
got these b-tches lookin’ at me, i’m like, “you ain’t gonna doubt me now”, aye! (alright, that’s good)

[verse 6: saint g]
uh, why you doubtin’ me?
just be proud of me
i got the clout, you see, huh, huh, yuh!
proud of me, uh, uh, uh, uh, don’t be sad for me

[verse 7: quadeca]
i got the clout, you see
take it up to the highest league, uh
but, to be honest, you will never be as high as me
you’ll never be as fine as me
i drink the finest wines, i drink the finest wine
no, i’m divine, i do this sh-t, like, you know i get nine outta’ nine
that’s 10 outta 10, say it again and again
they like “oh, who’s the best?” they like “oh, ben? yeah it’s ben”, aye
yeah ’cause that’s what my name is, uh
yeah, that’s what my name is

[outro: quadeca]
i mean, my name’s also quadeca
but my name’s really ben in the real life

- quadeca saint g lyrics

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