Kris Kasanova - Gold Chains & Pagers Lyrics
feat. World's Fair[INTRO]Jack not too long after you leftJunebug started hangin' out with a bad crowdI mean he even started selling drugs, JackAnd then things really got bad when heWell, what? Sho come onHe started wearing gold chains, JackOh God no!It started out with just one or twoAnd it seemed like every time he'd get some moneyHe'd go and buy more chainsBut he was wearin' hundreds of 'em, Jack, hundredsNot gold[VERSE 1: Kris Kasanova]I'm a mother*****ing animalHannibal, sinking my teeth, I'm off the leashYou little niggas can't walk where I reach***** that, you can't talk when I speakWhat's beef?You want to battle with that babble in my shadowI'mma make you my BleekAnd I ain't saying I'm Hov, but I'm the closestThrowing dirt and brushing it off the shouldersHomeskool, better watch how you approach usCircle 'round the body; when it's dead, we some vultures20/20 my nig, you know I'm focusedTwenty honeys, I guarantee that they know KrisFor different reasonsI'm not a rapperI'm God's gift, go ahead and ask your pastorType of nigga your girl namin' your son afterRun the city even though a nigga got asthma***** weezin', I'm colder than the fourth seasonLivin' life like the weekend, I'm eatin'Got my weight up with a chick from JamaicaWho got a fat ass and A cups, they hate usAbout my paper, bring it back to the hustlerGold chains and pagersYou minor, I'm majorDo me a favor, don't do me no favors[VERSE 2: Prince Samo]Car came to mash up the massesFlick blunt ashes, slap fat assesThey said niggas'll crucify me for this oneCause God sent his son to get his gunAnd that's what Samuel 3:16 saysAsk demons 'bout this Queens head, say he's dreadBumbaclot, but my hair ain't lock yetI ain't take the cocaine out my sock yetNiggas acting like they know what pain isIf they don't suck your balls, you don't know what brain isYou never wear [?] you don't know insane isYou never wear glass you don't know what a train isAnd I'm just too nastyVoice too raspy, hair too nappyAnd that's the sound of the menBangin' that thing, that thingWhat happened? Straight gun clappin'Make bullets shower like raindrops cappin'On your windowsillNigga, the drama outside my window's realAnd I'm still on that same old shitNew day, new gun, plus the same old clipPut your guns to the skyAnd bust two shots cause the God is alive[VERSE 4: Jeff Don]Knock knock, who? Jeff Don the go-getterTop-notch, don't sleep you know betterStay calm, I blaze on it's no pressureNapalm or a-bomb your whole sectorYes sirNever been a nooby in the streetsMan I'm hungry, I'm headin' to the studio to eatAnd they say I'm on my grind, it's a tale as old as timeAnd this song is old as rhyme, it's a beauty, I'm a beastYou're lookin' like food and it's a feastMeans your crew is gettin' washed and your girl is gettin' bleachedI'm doin' this for keeps, we workin'World's Fair, new New York, the resurgenceYour girl's here, she don't talk cause she twerkin'The mission was missionary then I reverse 'emLiquor in my system, see me swervin'The rest high, stuck on that [?] like sea urchinsThe rest gon' be stuck in they seats when we serve 'emA cycle always spins, I provide the detergentTake it how you want it, however connotationAt the mile point, that's the end of conversationSo keep quiet young bloodYou ain't really 'bout to [?], your wire's unpluggedI'm here for pure love, away from pure hateIs welcome to the art show, Jeff Don the curate[VERSE 5: Remy Banks]Legendary like these [?] I'm wearin'Creatin' a own buzz since other people ain't carin''Bout us young niggas killin' itMakin' power moves to awaken those who's sleepin'World's Fair creepin' in the game like night creaturesNo horrendous featuresWomen love us to death like we some handsome grim reepersThey love the smooth demeanorLike I'm a drug dealer from '88 drivin' the black Benz two-seaterKris said, "Rem, I need you for this feature"Got in my zone, reefer cologne on my t-shirtBurned every page like the pen contain etherCame in with a verse for the listeners to eat upRoyalty runnin' through my veins like I'm King TutColosseum gold in the ears of my main slutNow people everywhere, I never had to chain tuckSo I'mma keep talkin' my shit until my time's up
