[Intro]
Fuck it

[Verse 1]
Shine on the grass feet
The skin color rose gold
My people chalk talk, the rest of us got sold
Beware if they act sweet as white folk
Took a look within his hand to see the dice loaded
Snake eyes, see 'em creeping in the tall grass
Ten thousand of them slithering, I fall back
Close the door, good judgement
What we call that
Lit the match, spark the square
I'm speaking all facts
Six to the seven, what they call wrath
Shout my brother Six Sev
Leimert Park Black
From the mid to south central, wе be on the ups
Now we got 'еm gassed up
Was up front like Obama yang
Now I play the back like I'm Gabrielle
N***as know me better from the past
This a matinee
I'm in the cut like a laceration
Egoic mother fuckers in the mirror, masturbatin'
Get a grip, you ain't even half as patient as a kid
My momma cook that turkey bacon
Was off the grid
Then my brother had a baby
I'm a uncle now, Navy Blue
Dunks check
[Verse 2]
I don't smoke bud, my n***a got the runts on deck
Had to put it all down
Sober as it get
Nah, sobriety is soundless of mine
I'm not there yet
I wouldn't dare stretch some shit beyond my reach
Yes indeed, with the blessings that I couldn't dream of
I ran free
Watching Bleach
A n***a like Ichigo
Trust, I'm not the same Navy that the people know
One question: do your chain hang low?
All that retrospection from a week ago
Maintain growth
That was '05, but now the chain hang close
Woah

[Chorus]
Do your chain hang close, do it wobble to the floor?
Do it shine in the light?
Is it sober as it go?
Can you throw it over shoulder?
Make it hot, make it cold
Do your chain hang close?
Do your chain hang close, do it wobble to the floor?
Do it shine in the light?
Is it sober as it go?
Can you throw it over shoulder?
Make it hot, make it cold
Do your chain hang close?

[Outro]
Woo!
We gon drop that
Fuck it
Fuck it
We gon drop that
I guess Knicks part two
We gon drop that
The fuck
We gon drop that n***a!
We gon drop that n***a!
We gon drop that!
The fuck
Yeah, that ones od