CHAIN ON lyrics

[Intro]

One, two

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga

Tell them boys where you came from, nigga

Tell 'em boys why I stay up late

Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say

Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga

Tell them boys where you came from, nigga

Tell 'em boys why I stay up late

Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]

Fifth string, Young Peggy Ringo

Slick with the ink, these melodies need Duolingo (Shit)

Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go?

Second fiddle to weirdos, you feel like Eddie Winslow

Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick like Rolento

Did you win if your purpose is just perfect potential?

Did you live up to it, is you just doin' the minimum?

Used to get fifty views, now they need Peggy's momentum (Yeah)

Let's check the addendum

Switch the code, I'm speakin' prophecies like That's So Raven

Bald-headed with lil status, I feel like Maven

But I be dressed like Raven, up in the studio slavin'

Wonder how Peggy be— (Wait, wait)

Wonder how Peggy be cakin'? I be Easy Bakin'

My oven stay prepped and ready for the heat to take it

Niggas that took this road and failed ain't have proper placement

Some of you niggas don't look well, does Peggy make you hate him?

Is it how I make the beats sound like Poltergeist? (Huh?)

Or when my homies bring my name up is it breedin' spite?

It's all talent, perfectly balanced, young Supreme Kai

Who am I? Wake up every morning like it's do or die

No surprise, suits get jealous when you cut the ties

Livin' lie, Lance Armstrong at the finish line

Give it time, when we catch them cops on cam

I don't need six seconds, you remember Vine, it's nasty

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga

Tell them boys where you came from, nigga

Tell 'em boys why I stay up late

Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say

Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga

Tell them boys where you came from, nigga

Tell 'em boys why I stay up late

Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]

Hangin' from a chandelier in Babylon

We don't believe in white gods, they gettin' rattled on

Been in the belly of the kingdom, you can't tag along

Unless you got war on the mind, to get the shackles off

You can't ignore the karma when it's flames across your lawn

We checkin' corners, so make sure our lanes don't come across

See, word from Marvin, couldn't soothe me from "What's Goin' On"

Movin' through the system, sprintin' through a marathon

We don't get second chance

And they don't need a reason now, so I don't let 'em plan

When I been fighting for the truth, I bring some extra hands

Cement inside my gloves to knock this shit into the fan

Put that on everything I love

It's been a minute

Had to flip

It's in my blood to be a stack

Had to handle other business

Ain't no riddles, it's a fact

If you see me and my energy ain't really tryna chat

That's them generations chargin' the battery in my back

See, I'm fueled by the culture, driven by my ancestors

Body just a vessel, brain tapped into the answers

Tried to see me on the CCTV, couldn't scan 'em

Like the serial was scratched off on the barrel of the branding

I been ten toes down with the city on my shoulders

You got no idea how that weight could make you colder

Screamin', "Free my niggas," 'til they free it's never over

Spirit said, "It's time for me to really be a soldier now"

[Outro: Method Man]

Cash rules everything around me (Uh)

C.R.E.A.M., get the money

Dollar dollar bill y'all (Yeah), y'all (Yeah)

• Artist:Brockhampton
• Album:ROADRUNNER: NEW LIGHT, NEW MACHINE (Physical Edition) (2021)