| Look at me, pathetic nigga
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| This chain that I bought, greed, pain and fame this a heinous result
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| Let these words be the colors I’m just paintin’my heart
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| I’m knee deep in the game and it ain’t what I thought
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| Copped the Range Rover my girl got the Mercedes
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| Iced out crazy I wanna shine like Baby
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| Compared to that nigga I ain’t even got a bib yet
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| Truth be told I ain’t even bought a crib yet
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| This is everything they told a nigga not to do Image is everything I see, it got a lot to do With the way that people perceive, and what they believe
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| Money short so this jewelry is like a weave
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| and hear niggas say I see you
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| Now bitches wanna fuck you and niggas wanna be you
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| And police wanna stop you, frisk you, wonder what he do If a hater snatch a chain I bet it still won’t free you
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| Cause I’ll be right back grinding till I cop another
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| I sit and think 'bout all the shit I could’nt cop my mother
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| My partner say that’s just a game my nigga
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| That’s what I heard my jeweler say? |
| chain my nigga
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| This is chaining day
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| Chaining day, my chaining day
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| This is my chain today
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| My last piece, I swear
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| My guilt heavy as this piece I wear
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| They even iced out Jesus’hair
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| My last piece, I swear
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| They even iced out Jesus’hair
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| Iced on this white Jesus, seem a little unholy
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| Real strange thing about this iced out Rollie
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| It’s the same shit a broke black nigga get gassed at The same shit a rich white mo’fucka laugh at Well laugh on white man, I ain’t paid as you
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| But I bet your rims ain’t the same age as you
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| And I ain’t got no investment portfolio
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| But my black and white diamonds shinin’like a Oreo
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| I know back home where niggas sit today
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| You rock a chain and they always got some shit to say
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| Even back when I was broke I knew his shit was fake
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| He’d prolly sneeze too hard and his shit could break
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| But hey, you know the sayin', «Fake it 'til you make it»
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| Me, I did the opposite, made it then I faked it And acted like I gave a fuck, money I was savin’up
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| Then copped a crib that’s gated till that hundred racks, I gave it up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chaining Day, artist - J. Cole. Album song Born Sinner, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп