Lil Wayne – Street Chains Lyrics

Street Chains

Lil Wayne

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"Street Chains." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 03:49 am

Album: Fwa

Track No: 12

Straight from the East side
Blood gang, we heavy
**** ****, dare me
I turn into Freddy
My fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the 'telly when we outta town
Uzi on deck
Phone ringin' off the hook, ****, that's the plug
Ocean view bedroom, baby
See through showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up, I ain't playin'
**** say they rich, I say "And?"
Same old song, I ain't dance
Heater on my waist, hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm sayin'
I give your ass a **** eye exam
I ain't playin'
Guns in my hands, I ain't prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I’m at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan
Got more sand than Sudan, Lord
And life ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way away
You know that haters come in all sizes, all shapes, 'kay
That's why I had to get a little more trunk space
Got insurance on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a 808
Boom, like a 808
I could fly around that ****, need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba, need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back, I need a format
I put the **** on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I'll turn your head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the **** true lies and some false facts
Boy, I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211
Hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my **** off, chain heavy
Your **** get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke plain, never
Had a date with the Devil
Then I changed schedules
I'm a trained killer
Like a paid killer
Better yet, Saddam Hussein nephew
****, no love
That's from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint your whole **** block red
Then get out of my car and admire my art
Then smile at my thoughts
My **** from Atlanta got eyes like a hawk
She see why I'm a boss
I just got another speeding ticket on the Bugatti
While it was parked
Now I don't wan' talk, ****, I don't wan' talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar
Anybody want war?
I'm excited to start
Get indicted tomorrow
I be out by the morn
Before I even yawn
Stay in ya lane, I remind these lil' boys
This is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too long
I'm writing my will, and I'm typing my won'ts
Lord, please
Kilos, OZ's
'Cause my **** high class, she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep **** a tree
I can hijack a Brinks, so my sweet soda pink
I'm a freak show to freaks
I'm spitting these bars, hope my bar tab is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach
I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat
I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech
My blunt long as a speech
Roach look like a leech
I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest
With this chrome on your teeth
That get blown out your cheek
Like my **** mixed, like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head ****, like Prodigy
And ****, I'ma shine, like Connery
Yeah
And life ain't nothin' but a long day
Tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Nicholas Warwar & Tarik Azzouz.

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