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Aye, aye A-K, Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok (A-K, Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok) I was running with the set (yeah) Running with the set (yeah) We don't ever flex, we just rep Hear me, no, what did you expect? (what did you expect?) I don't need respect I'm the threat (ah) Tell em I'm so free I got no chains on me I'm so free I got no chains homie Nappy hair, nappy hair, no shame, homie I'm so free I got no chains on me I'm so free I got no chains on me I'm so free I got no chains on me I'm so free I got no chains homie I'm so free I got Running through the, aye Right back where I started with it (aye) I've been on since college with it (aye) They hit the club, I hit religion (aye) Jesus, Jesus I'll admit it (aye) I just give 'em livin' raps (aye) SongtexteYou just give 'em Insta snaps (aye) Do we need another post? (aye) You insecure, you do the most My side we revive God through the WiFi T'Challa partner, never colonize 'round of high-fives for the top guys Made us dangerous Aim to bust, flame to dust, every idol bring to us, gangs of us Trained to trust, the name that's blood stained on us, Christ gained us I was running with the shade yeah I was running through with chains yeah We don't flex, we invest hear me, yeah This is what you get, yeah I don't need respect I'm the threat Tell em I'm so free I got no chains homie I'm so free I got no chains on me Nappy hair, nappy hair, no shame, homie I'm so free I got no chains on me I'm so free I got no chains Look at my neck No chains, no shame, rapper Yeah come get your opinion, it don't matter Money or the faith, I chose the latter Ohh, I can see them trying to keep us on the outside now We pull up and watch you scatter, yeah Running through the woo (aye) Heaven got a playlist I promise that's my favorite placement (woo) Faithful over famous Yeah faithful over famous New rappers that's sure to blow are really drug addicts with a studio You gotta pop pills on the usual then that paradise ain't really coolio If your world is really that flame then why you always high, tryna to escape? Gram flexin' that's too fake and them money phones really money loans And that real life is you coming home, empty house and a heart of stone Bad chick super savage but for a bigger bag she movin' on Oh yeah you making moves but these folks don't really love you Industry only love dudes that they can use, don't get confused Interviews that don't tip toe Go on take down my info His glory that's simple Riding around with that tempo That's liberal that's conservative, that's charismatic and reformed too My wife happy and Jesus love me ain't nothing left to conform to Haha(no chains on me, I got no chains on me) I was running with the set (yeah) Running with the set (yeah) We don't ever flex, we just rep Hear me, no, what did you expect? (what did you expect?) I don't need respect I'm the threat (ah) Tell em I'm so free I got no chains on me I'm so free I got no chains homie Nappy hair, nappy hair, no shame, homie I'm so free I got no chains on me Aus Songtexte Mania