| Coming from a city where bullets turn bro’s into souls
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| Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose
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| Good girls stopped being good when I turned 'em into hoes
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| Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned 'em into goals
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| BIG was the first one that had it
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| Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic
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| Then I saw Kanye’s hanging from his gold necklace
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| Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic
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| Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt
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| Used to pick me up from school right after work
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| Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church
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| She’s ask why I rock all this gold, cause I’m coming in first
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| Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view
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| Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew
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| Now I’m in the penthouse, look what a mill do
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| Looking in the mirror and I’m still you, I’m still you
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| Got my first chain
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| Feeling like I got my first chain
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| I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
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| I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
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| BIG was the first one that had it
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| Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits
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| I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
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| I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
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| What’s the noise all about with this rap stuff
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| I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up
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| I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up
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| I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up
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| Cause it’s a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain
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| I didn’t fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin'
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| To those dealing with blow, had the it was those gangsters
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| That bonus, that culture, those projects
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| Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint
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| They got in my bones, now I’m coppin' stones
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| Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we’ll right the wrongs
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| 18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long
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| My pendant offensive, in the truest form
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| Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?
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| BIG was the first one that had it
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| Then I saw Nas' chain, man, that was illmatic
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| And I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
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| I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
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| On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid
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| I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved
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| No matter what why I turn things go my way
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| I’m rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave
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| Even when I’m just walking 'round the crib, nigga
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| To remind me of everything that we did, nigga
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| Look up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin'
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| No heroes where I’m from, bullets only thing flying
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| I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb
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| But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind
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| Police only work 12-hour shifts
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| Cause in Detroit that’s cheaper than the bailout, bitch
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| Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
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| FF good, you know I’m reppin' crew on crews
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| Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools
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| Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge
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| God damn, I think I’m gon' O.D.
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| Off this asparagus and bread and pasta
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| Need a doctor, I’ve been dogding shady hoes and rainy days
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| It’s like I got a built-in doppler
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| And it’s a shame, a fuckin' shame
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| I don’t remember my first love or my first time prayin'
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| But remember my first ass and the first time she came
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| It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain
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| Jay-Z taught me money ain’t a thing
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| Came from the streets, headed to the hall of fame
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| Stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
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| I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
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| It’s such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things
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| Niggas and bitches, where you at?
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| I got my mind is on me
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| A couple others and dreams, would’ve seen me
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| Me and my niggas in this bitch
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| About two months in a week’s time
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| Movin, feelin hellish with lemon, lime shine
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| Now how the fuck can I chill now?
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| Kanye think I’m dope
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| See this piece that I own now
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| How sick is the rope?
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| Taking life for what it is
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| The troublesome chick, who throws fists
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| Sometimes it’s the weather
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| Things switch up, people trip up
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| The money come down, then climb up
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| But when it come again
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| The most creepin', deceivin', men are scheme-schemin'
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| Saying that you love me, you surely do and if you don’t
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| Motherfuck that sometimes
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| So dead it, shred it
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| Young nigga lost to the night
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| I’m so ready to let it go
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| My life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin' dead right now,
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| But I’m awesome
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| So fuck whoever has a bad thought
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| Don’t know the god
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| Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon' wish you knew the God
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| It might be too late, but the song’s will live on
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| Just know this fact, you were all wrong
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| Now watch me do my silly dance
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| Not really a dance, more like a prance
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| I’m signing off with a crotch grab
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| Thank you man. |
| for letting me get on this record Sean
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| You the coolest
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| GOOD music nigga forever
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| Understand? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song First Chain , by - Big Sean. Song from the album Hall Of Fame, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп