Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire - Chains [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Fuck your chains
Want no motherfucking chains
They got my nigga Los in fucking chains
Things'll never be the same
Motherfucking chains
They brought us over here in fucking chains
You think we had enough of fucking chains
So fuck that, fuck them chains

[Verse 1]
The years Mandela sat in that cell, and couldn't get no justice
The bourgeoisiest of bitches be the quickest to suck dick
Southern comfort, articulate ruffian
Drunk walkin' on the platform of Broadway junction, nuts
Self-destructive vacuum I'm stuck in
Wonder if my woman know the baggage I come with
Demons in my past are fucking disgusting
One look in they eye and she would fucking vomit
Ill, I'm running from my destiny
Terrified when people see the best in me
Same shit I obsessed to be, I guess I'm, sorta afraid to be
My insecurities are changing me, down to my reality is breaking me
I can't take the pressure, can't take the pain, I...

[Hook]
Motherfucking chains
I dont' want no motherfucking chains
They got my nigga Los in fucking chains
Things'll never be the same
Motherfucking chains
They brought us over here in fucking chains
You think we had enough of fucking chains
Sometimes I feel like my brain's in chains
So fuck that, run yo' chain

[Verse 2 - Heron]
I got a bone to pick with this fucking Porky-fist snitch
Talkin' like the 40 don't stick to my dick
Sippin' Henny as I reminisce
My nigga bumpin' to that Lox and that Biggie shit
Punch a hole right through ya, ice cold like coolers
Gangster with a sense of humor and hurt heads like tumors
It's the return of the ruler, takin' out of town spots
In the buildin' pumpin' crack and stash packs by the cable box
Somebody shot in my hood, shit hot, but I ain't goin' nowhere, nigga
It's money here
Tell the Ds, chase me up the stairs
I don't fuckin' care
I'm on the grind for 9 days, I ain't comb my hair
I'm on my grustle, my grind and my hustle
A face to the pillow when I fuck her
The 8 to the pillow when I bust ya
Suffer, if life don't love you
Niggas like you and I don't stand together
I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm a whole 'nother texture
I'm fuckin' solid, no stripes, no plaids
I just gotta, pet the cheese and catch you niggas in the trap
Fuckin' rats, what you see, consider it sacred
Stick to the G code, that's thug motivation
Fuckin' up my concentration, created a situation
My whole fam cryin' when the jury deliberated
Cause of that punk ass statement but fuck it
Them niggas pussy with a G spot
Point my gun, look me in my eyes, I want screenshots
Only time the beef stop is when your heartbeat stop
Get toes to the floor, stay the fuck up off your knees, ock
Forget me, not, I'm black history, nigga
So when I die, you gonna remember me, nigga
Put me in chapters in the textbook, posin' with my best look
Neat with the right, sloppy with the left hook
Respect the jukes, respect that shit

[Outro]
Fo sho
Free my motherfucking nigga though, man
Shoutout my nigga JO
Big Mo, Las
The whole fuckin' First ? man, what's up man
Free my nigga Craze, too
Hold your head, joo
Free my nigga Gaye, L
Shoutout my nigga Shizz, Creamo
What's up, pop pop