Chain Hang Low

Lyrics

[Intro: Channel Tres] I'ma let my chain hang low Spent a stupid amount on this motherfucker, man (shit) Tryna take my soul tonight Tell me what the them hoes are like (Ooh) Let my chain hang low tonight Let my shit hang, nigga Let my chain hang low tonight Open up the door [Verse 1: Channel Tres] Fame is awesome but it's exhausting Proceed with caution if you want to be an artist I do this often even when it's autumn I gotta work hard so I can end up in a foreign I bought my first car, it was a Honda at an auction I ain't gon' lie, I still shop at Nordstrom's When I was broke, I ain't have an option Still same nigga eatin' cereal, watching Martin Staying up, threw the Xannies out Stuck in the studio, drag me out I finally moved out my granny house St-still a hood nigga, better watch your mouth (watch your mouth) I'm so pure with this shit, man Tryna take my soul tonight (You wish you could) Tell me what the them hoes are like (I hope they're good) Let my chain hang low tonight (Chain hang low) Let my chain hang low tonight (Chain hang low) [Verse 2: Teezo Touchdown] Middle of the mall, jeweler tryna wave me down Not right now, my first chain turned brown Cowboy boots on like I'm on fairgrounds I'm nothing like these clowns, I'm on my manure Boy, dem is not diamonds, dem just mirrors Objects may shine brighter than they appear Ay, be clear, this my daddy house Put me on the flyer, bring the baddies out, candy caddies out In the bank pulling baggies out I'll be there all day, you gotta drag me out 'Scuse me, sir, did you know your tag was out? 'Scuse me, ma'am, do you know your ass is out? [Segue] Man, don't sound hurt Well, he is, he's just working on some shit Until it gets less shitty [Verse 3: Channel Tres] Copped my first chain from the beauty salon Turned my neck green like the front yard lawn Made some more bread, and then I went to the pawnshop Bought me a Rollie that was somebody else's Think about the pain that they probably had dealt with From selling your own shit, they probably felt hopeless Ay, but can I be real? Can I be real? (Yeah, yeah) I'm probably not where I want to be But that's okay 'cause I came from the deep I was low like the soil, water and oil We don't mix, but I can give you the world I stay down like a soldier in trenches, fuck all you bitches Ain't 'bout that bread, you can't keep my attention (No, no) I sent my intention, yo run up the chilly Playing my beats and they thought I was silly Broke like a joke until I made a milli' (Million, oh)