Get my chain, get my chain
This GOOD music
You sweet to me: Diabetes, Peace treaties

Breakfast of champions, they need Wheaties
Carrying the torch, the Olympic 4 rings
I'm a javelin throw from the crowning of the king

I hear 'em whisper like a hummingbird sings
Of all the trust issues that a hundred birds bring
Now the wolves out hunting for your bling

As you preyin' on the (*##$es with the lowest self-esteem
It's a common running theme
Victim or vice Lord, disciple or black stone

What you looked at Christ for?
We in the last days, fire or the ice storm
Wear it in my chain as a symbol of a crime lord

Lets be honest, the cards on the table
Jealousy's a sin, Cain killed Abel
Backstabber, Ceasar had Brutus

It's hard to weed 'em out
Even Jesus had Judas
Gone