Chained Minds - CASUAL

Niggas get vexed whenever I step in

Always wanna flex so I got a weapon

Which protects me and mine

Get too bold then you’re seeing nine

Milli, I rhyme silly but it really don’t mean nothing

I seen thugs always want a mean mug so I bring slugs

To the party to reassure I be secure

Really don’t know why they beefing for

I leave teeth in the floor like fossils, I toss flows

Just to show you, what the boss knows

I got style, to make men hostile

I shall continue, then you still lost while

Challenging in physical combat

Show me the ringleader, and the wiz’ll go bomb that

I come fat, you niggas front run cease

They say bigger punks fear

But I don’t hear what they say I should

And when a hood try to steal my goods

Good!

I wanna show him that dreads can fly

Heads I stood my ground there’s snakes around

Scheming on the deep down but I defeat clowns with intellect

Then the next flex, so I’m good to wreck brains

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains

This conflict is making John sick

But men wanna fight over nothing, nonsense

Is common, and common sense is none

Niggas always wanna grab your fists and run

I try to walk down MacArthur, and talk to

Pedestrians, who got the sacks to alter my mind

And find the right one

Dug in the bushes, so I can get a tight one, it’s fat

I got it, and now I need to be leaving

I believe men might get shady, even if they know me

Just because we flow the oldie wants my dough

We all know where he can go

I’m not taking no shorts from you

And you ain’t taking shit from me

I ain’t no punk so I hit the G

I’m throwing one-hitter quitters to drop em

You know when I’m strapped, so I shoulda of just mopped em

But nah, I’m not foolish, I keep a tool

With me, but that don’t mean that I won’t bust a fool’s

Lip, equipped be my adjectives, cause I had to live long

In slums where chums come at you wrong

And try to get you for all your cent

Unless you’re not dipped you got your defenses

On, they plot for your dough

You might catch a hot one, so be careful

I be prepared for fools