CHAIN ON FEAT. JPEGMAFIA - BROCKHAMPTON
CHAIN ON FEAT. JPEGMAFIA - BROCKHAMPTON with tags brockhampton, brockhampton roadrunner, brockhampton roadrunner new album, kevin abstract, joba, matt champion, dom mclennon, bearface, asap rocky, jabari manwa, merlyn wood, asap ferg, brockhampton bankroll, charlie wilson, sogone so flexy, jpegmafia, baird, shawn mendes, bh roadrunner
ROADRUNNER: NEW LIGHT, NEW MACHINE IS OUT NOW:
Created by *UNCANNY
Dir. George Muncey
Prod: Elliott Elder
LYRICS:
(Kevin Abstract)
Go ahead throw a chain on, n****
Tell them boys where you came from, n****
Tell them boys why you stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say
Tryna say somethin’, n****
Tryna say
(JPEGMAFIA)
Fifth string, Young Peggy ring (go)
Slick with the ink, these melodies need Duolingo (shit)
Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos, you feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick like Rolento
Did you win if your purpose is just perfect potential?
Did you live up to it, is you just doin' the minimum?
Used to get fifty views, now they need Peggy's momentum (yeah)
Let's check the addendum
Switch the code, I'm speakin' prophecies, like That's So Raven
Bald headed with lil status, I feel like Maven
But I be dressed like Raven, up in the studio slavin'
Wonder how Peggy be- (wait, wait)
Wonder how Peggy be cakin'? I be Easy Bakin'
My oven stay prepped and ready for the heat they takin'
N****s that took this road and failed ain't have proper placement
Some of you n****s don't look well, does Peggy make you hate him?
Is it how I make the beats sound like Poltergeist? (huh?)
Or when my homies bring my name up is it breedin' spite?
It's all talent, perfectly balanced, young Supreme Kai
Who am I? Wake up every morning like it's do or die
No surprise, dudes get jealous when you cut the ties
Livin' life, Lance Armstrong at the finish line
Give it time, when we catch them cops on cam
I don't need six seconds, you remember Vine
It's nasty
(Kevin Abstract)
Go ahead throw a chain on, n****
Tell them boys where you came from, n****
Tell them boys why you stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say
Tryna say somethin’, n****
Tryna say
(Dom McLennon)
Hanging from a chandelier in Babylon
We don’t believe in white gods they getting rattled on
Been in the belly in the kingdom you can’t tag along
Unless you got war on the mind to get the shackles off
You can’t ignore the karma when it’s flames across your lawn
We checking corners so make sure our lanes don’t come across
See, word from Marvin couldn’t soothe me from what’s goin on
Moving through this system sprinting through a marathon
We don’t get second chance
And they don’t need a reason now
So I don’t let ‘em plan when I been fighting for the truth
I bring some extra hands
Cement inside my gloves to knock this shit into the fan
Put that on everything I love
It’s been a minute, had to flip, it’s in my blood to be a stack
Had to handle other business, ain’t no riddles it’s a fact
If you see me and my energy ain’t really tryna chat
That’s them generations charging the battery in my back
See I’m fueled by the culture, driven by my ancestors
Body just a vessel, brain tapped into the answers
Tried to see me on the CCTV, couldn’t scan em
Like the serial was scratched off on the barrel of the branding
I been ten toes down with my city on my shoulders
You got no idea how that weight could make you colder
Screamin’ “free my n****s”
’Til they free it’s never over
Spirits said it’s time for me to really be a soldier now
