C Plus - Mr. T

(prod. Chase Moore)

I got ten gold chains nigga, I feel like Mr. T
I got ten gold chains nigga, I feel like Mr. T
I don't know how the shit happened
I guess it was meant to be

The other day my mama had a nervous ass swerve
Baby boy ain't signed yet
I lied I said I had a couple of deals on the table
But these labels they didn't have the right contract
She said I know you smart but you gotta put your heart and your mind
Where them rhymes at
If you follow up got the crime bag
Well fuck these niggas yo I'm next
It's my turn now, 1000 blunts getting burnt down
I'ma tell the truth, turn a devil to a liar
Set the roof on fire, let it burn down
I ain't concerned now
I'm yelling hey, like Juelz Santana
It's all in my blood, no red bandana
Kush in my blunt, surf in my fanna
Funny ‘cause I used to ride a bus like cannon
Get it? Can I bust?
That shouldn't even really be a question though
Young plus money cop plenty of jewels
I'm on the couch and I'm yelling out I pity the fool
Busting, like I got a semi to use
Buzzing, bartender give me a few
I'm 'bout to blow up and they lit the fuse
When they told me I should quit but I just refuse like

I got ten gold chains nigga, I feel like Mr. T
I got ten gold chains nigga, I feel like Mr. T
I don't know how the shit happened
I guess it was meant to be
See the smoke out here it's about to go down in history
And when you talk about fake
My nigga don't mention me
I got ten gold chains nigga, I feel like Mr. T
I got ten gold chains nigga, I feel like Mr. T
I got ten gold chains nigga, I feel like Mr. T
And when you talk about fake
My nigga don't mention me

My fack low and my shades low
Back in high-school my grades low
Still had to make my chain glow
Getting dope boy nice then bankrolled
Hanging in spots that you can't go
Driving in cars that you can't own
I got the type of style you can't clone
That's why I make the type of money you can't loan
And it all started with a dream
Plotting, I planned so I started with a scheme
Fucking with the script so I started with the lean
I got pencil blue dream and they go for 16
Niggas know I'm plugged in,
Fucking right I'm bring them drugs in
They all wanna talk that plug shit
They don't really know I does this
And I stay same trends with the fashion
Killing you niggas I'm an assassin
These rappers they all trash man
They all get their album and drive it to the trashcan
My crew now btg trey blend, my Cuban link is kilograms
My Cubans got they kilograms
They tryina duck the Rico man

I got ten gold chains nigga, I feel like Mr. T
I got ten gold chains nigga, I feel like Mr. T
I don't know how the shit happened
I guess it was meant to be
See the smoke out here it's about to go down in history
And when you talk about fake
My nigga don't mention me
I got ten gold chains nigga, I feel like Mr. T
I got ten gold chains nigga, I feel like Mr. T
I got ten gold chains nigga, I feel like Mr. T
And when you talk about fake
My nigga don't mention me

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