[Intro]
*tag* "ch-ch-ch-chainSAw on the track, bitch."
[Verse 1]
It amazes me how far I came
From starting plain, to makin' a name
And I didn’t think that this would all happen
All so fast, but know my rappins
Took me on a long journey of pain
Stress, anger, happiness and shame
I went from givin' a fuck what y’all think
To now i’m ballin' with all the kings
I started writin' these raps to diss on my enemies
Who thought less of me
Shortly after that it became a hobby of mine
So i walked that line, as i jotted rhymes
Then I posted clips of all my raps
Some thought it was mid, chumps called it some "trash"
That’s when i searched deep for the beast in me
Who would soon go on to be an Elite MC
Then I channeled that shit into all my work
And next thing you know my voice was heard
And my point was served. As a matter fact
I got more love this year than I did all the past
A big thanks to the man, Cicerone
For lettin' me show how i spit my flow
And that when video went around the school
They all saw, fucked with it, and they found me cool
People gave me lots of crazy props
“You're dope as fuck, man, keep it up!”
And what better way to put the year to a wrap
Than to perform my hit at the high school track?
I gained attention like a class clown
Now my tracks sound's gettin' passed around
More than all my ex’s put together
So to, DJ O, this my thank you letter, man
[Chorus]
First came old chain on the come up
Making tunes was lots of fun but
Then came new chain who took over
And turned all my sound mediocre
We went from trolls fighting guy fawkes
To biting off of hits and turning them to dry flops
But now we at the new stage, the true chain
It’s the stayin' that way
And I will never stop until i’m six-feet under my grave
[Verse 2]
I will not decay til' the day of my grave
But not while obtainin' this pain in my brain
By myself and I don’t know what I would do
Without the help from the fam, that’s who I come to
When I deal with pain, and try to heal it away
Cause i can’t take it. I wanna break
In a million pieces for fuckin' sake!
But life is life and god made me this way
I remember days in the seventh grade
Throwin' fits of rage over kids who hate
Such kids, who I used to call some, "haters,"
But shit, now we just say they fakes
So fake these fucks threw shade on my name
Before my name had gained some fame
Then I submit a video, the whole school sees
Now now all of a sudden they all wanna "bro" with me
Started playing games and played pretend
“Let’s make amends & be best friends!
On top of that, give me your autograph.”
Bitch, suck my dick & kiss my ass!
You did nothing but shit on me when I was irrelevant
But now you wanna show love cause everyone else is?
Nah, fuck that!
Fly south, kick rocks!
Fuck you, and your crew too, get lost!
Just cause my skin is white and I be spittin' nice
They’ll be like, “He’s a clone of Em & Toke.”
But you know these bitches always got something to say
It’s all fun’s & some games, til I’m bussin' your face!
But any note, it’s been a hell of a year
And i’m proud of the marks that I left here
So goodbye! i’m leaving! Next up, 'Dub City!'
And, the 'Menace Squad,' you all are comin' wit me
[Chorus]
First came old chain on the come up
Making tunes was lots of fun but
Then came new chain who took over
And turned all my sound mediocre
We went from trolls fighting guy fawkes
To biting off of hits and turning them to dry flops
But now we at the new stage, the true chain
It’s the stayin' that way
And I will never stop until i’m six-feet under my grave
[Verse 3]
I will not stop until i’m on the motha fuckin' very top
Tell me, "Not."
Yeah, I dare you
I’ll tear you straight in yo face, with no trace
I play no games
Then we’ll see whose now takin' up over
This game as I take your life straight in to a closer
I’m rulin' the game, my tools in your brain
Fuck around you're losin' your brain
It’s truly a shame for you!
I strike with the pencil & mic
Fight til' the end of the night
I stomp these clowns deep down in the ground
And make ‘em bow down to the man with the crown
I’m really making a sound, it’s crazy loud
I got these crowds shakin' a bout,'
I’m ragin' out right now to the bass, now
Neaw-neaw, bada boom! Clang, pow!
I’ll turn a dry flop to a hit like, "Wait, how?"
[Bridge]
Like, wait how?..
Like, wait how?
Like, wait how?...
Like, wait how?
Like, wait how?.....
See me change routes, different pace now
Boutta' make out with your babe now
Eatin' this beat like it’s steakhouse
And I serve you orders, no take out
I be chasin' checks, no pay pal
You can ask, Jason, all I do is, "Chase clout!"
What would I do without my fam & folks
And lettin' go of shit jammed in dome
Into the mic from thoughts expressed through notes?
And the answer is, "I don’t really know!"
I don’t really know!
I don’t really know...
I don’t really know!!
I-I-I-I don’t really know.....
Sometimes, you just gotta search deep within you
For that inner strength
The hulk that’s ready pounce out
And stab these motherfuckers in the back
I mean it happened to me, guaranteed it’ll happen to you
But, before you try
Let my boy, 'Steezey' lay the chorus one more time...
[Chorus]
First came old chain on the come up
Making tunes was lots of fun but
Then came new chain who took over
And turned all my sound mediocre
We went from trolls fighting guy fawkes
To biting off of hits and turning them to dry flops
But now we at the new stage, the true chain
It’s the stayin' that way
And I will never stop until i’m six-feet under my grave
First came old chain on the come up
Making tunes was lots of fun but
Then came new chain who took over
And turned all my sound mediocre
We went from trolls fighting guy fawkes
To biting off of hits and turning them to dry flops
But now we at the new stage, the true chain
It’s the stayin' that way
And I will never stop until i’m six-feet under my grave
[Outro]
