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[Intro] Yeah, uh [Chorus] Won't tuck no chains, I ain't built like that Go against the grain, get killed like that Nah, I ain't never seen no shit like that Nah, Wockhardt don't smell like that All on the phones tryna see where I'm at Where the money at? Wouldn't catch young pace dead in that shit You love bomby jack [Verse 1] And I'm only gettin' flier, I retire then put pellas at I only speak the facts, sometimes I feel like I invented that I'm tryna milk the game, my niggas fakin', Similac I run with dreadheads like them Jamaicans in Midget Mac My homie cut his dreads off, he took a nigga head off I won't speak on that, though, I won't leak no info Double the scripts in for the police, all they see is Rollies All they see is hunduns, all they see is top guns Went from flippin' onions, flipped it to a whole thing Went from buying gold chains and carats in my earring I gave the bands to real me, so fuck if they don't feel me I'm still rich without rappin', I'm the same nigga without no straps I like ratchet shit, I ain't hearin' nothin', I don't wanna know Are we sayin' shit like you wishin' shit? It ain't G code We a couple up on them opp niggas, they a zero Know some medium homies of mine done died, that's a blessing, though [Chorus] Won't tuck no chains, I ain't built like that Go against the grain, gettin' killed like that (Killed like that) Nah, I ain't never seen no shit like that (Shit like that) Nah, Wockhardt don't smell like that All on the phones tryna see where I'm at Where the money at? Wouldn't catch young pace dead in that shit You love bomby jack [Verse 2] When you really love like this, you don't love like that Stop lyin' You swear to God it's gon' work with that bum-ass nigga, alright, keep tryin' You already know young Pes wanna walk in Saks, I'm waitin' online Swear to God I let another bitch her feelings, so what? She was fine If your nigga can't whip you, then, bae, you single, so it's up tryna mingle I'm a young rich nigga from the ghetto, hello, I can fuck you in a Benz or Regal I can fuck you in a mansion, I can fuck you in the trenches Really up to you, though I can take you out to brunch, had toast on third, we go to CJs, eat [?] Haha [Chorus] Won't tuck no chains, I ain't built like that Go against the grain, gettin' killed like that (Killed like that) Nah, I ain't never seen no shit like that (Shit like that) Nah, Wockhardt don't smell like that All on the phones tryna see where I'm at Where the money at? Wouldn't catch young pace dead in that shit You love bomby jack [Outro] I ain't built like that You built like that