2 Chains

Headie One

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    Turn, turn up, turn up, turn
    M1OnTheBeat
    Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat
    Yo

    Two chains on me (two, two)
    Smoke on bro, it ain't on me (turn)
    Turn him to a Gunner, he ain't Ljungberg, he ain't Henry
    But it's an unbeaten season, I'm feelin' like Wenger in '03
    I know them opp boys feelin' it
    They're injury-prone, or they're losin' teammates
    Middle finger to the Trident
    My young boy don't know his release date
    Come look at the club, it's fryin'
    We ain't comin' out here with no tray (ah, ah)
    Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd (one)

    I feel like Thе Weeknd
    I look in the mirror, it's blindin' lights (turn)
    Baby said that when I step, I'm clashin' (turn, turn)
    I wеar too much ice with ice (turn, turn)
    She wanna step out, C's are matchin' (su-su-su-soo)
    Gang wanna step out, GP's matchin'
    Done the right thing, and I twinned them C's
    And I twin them machines (you're welcome)
    When the opps wanna rain on me, Ashanti (one)
    I never dunked a paigon, he was civilian on my landin'
    Heard somethin' got drilled on a Sunday (one)
    'Course I ain't know what happened (su-su-su-soo)
    I was chilling in my gaff with gangdem
    Was listenin' to Kirk Franklin (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
    'Cah I trust in God and wap beam
    How we beefing five blocks and counting?
    Show the opps 'bout the four-door trucks and transits
    It was free Bradz, now he's just back home sortin' tactics
    Summer time out with the two-two, gliding
    Havin' so much drip, it's a water fountain (One)

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    Two chains on me (two, two)
    Smoke on bro, it ain't on me (turn)
    Turn him to a Gunner, he ain't Ljungberg, he ain't Henry
    But it's an unbeaten season, I'm feelin' like Wenger in '03
    I know them opp boys feelin' it
    They're injury-prone, or they're losin' teammates
    Middle finger to the Trident
    My young boy don't know his release date
    Come look at the club, it's fryin'
    We ain't comin' out here with no tray (ah, ah)
    Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd (one)

    I feel like The Weeknd
    That boy got drilled on the weekend (one)
    I'm mainstream, feds still knockin'
    'Cah I'm still neck deep in the deep end (told me turn)
    Little bro scratched it off
    Corona mask, no gloves, he don't value his freedom
    Had a shopkeeper all shocked
    Behind the till like Kel & Kenan (Kel & Ke)
    All of this beef, we should've been vegan (turn)
    All them opps, the manna like thievin'
    Bought that broom, manna weren't sweepin'
    Some of these lucky they're breathin' (told me turn)
    HMP had a street nigga readin' (uh, augh)
    Back then, it was basic
    Now, I'm sat at BRITs
    My suit tapered, and my fade tapered (steady)
    I'm meant to be famous (one)
    But I still zim-zimma, who's got the keys to the Bimmer?
    Pissed that I had to de-link this Insta model
    She was way too inner
    Can't believe it was baguettes for dinner (su, su-su-su-soo)
    Uh, now, there's baguettes on my pinky finger (one)

    Two chains on me (two, two)
    Smoke on bro, it ain't on me (turn)
    Turn him to a Gunner, he ain't Ljungberg, he ain't Henry
    But it's an unbeaten season, I'm feelin' like Wenger in '03
    I know them opp boys feelin' it
    They're injury-prone, or they're losin' teammates
    Middle finger to the Trident
    My young boy don't know his release date
    Come look at the club, it's fryin'
    We ain't comin' out here with no tray (ah, ah)
    Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd (one)

    M1OnTheBeat
    Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat

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    Composition: Headie One

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