Artist: Lil Wayne
Album:  Free Weezy Album
Song:   Street Chains (Bonus Track)
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Lil Wayne]
Straight from the Eastside, Blood gang, we heavy
Fuck nigga dare me, I turn into Freddy
My fingers machetes, trap house jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the tele when we out of town
Uzi on deck
Phone ringin' off the hook, bitch that's the plug
Ocean view bedroom baby
See through showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up, I ain't playin', niggas say they rich, I say "Ehh"
Same old song, I ain't dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a fryin' pan
If you don't see what I'm sayin', I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my hands, I ain't prayin'
+Fireman+, spittin' +Venom+, +Spiderman+, I'm enhanced
I’m at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan, Lord

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
And life ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
You know the haters come in all sizes, all shapes (okay)
That's why I had to get a little more trunk space
Got insurance on the trap house, Allstate, got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap house pumpin' like an 808, boom like an 808

[Lil Wayne]
I could fly around that bitch, need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba, need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back, I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211
Hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain heavy
Yo' bitch get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date with the Devil, then I changed schedules
I'm a trained killer, like a paid killer
Better yet Saddam Hussein nephew
Nigga no love, that's from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo' whole fuckin' block red
and get out of my car and admire my art
then smile at my thoughts
My bitch from +Atlanta+, got eyes like a +Hawk+
She see why I'm a boss
I just got another speedin' ticket on the Bugatti while it was parked
Now I don't wanna talk
Bitch I don't wanna talk, lean in my punch
I decided to spar, anybody want war?
I'm excited to start, get indicted tomorrow
I be out by the morn' before I even yawn
Stay in ya lane, I remind these little boys
This is victory lane now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real and the Bible too long
I'm writing my will and I'm typin' my won't's
Lord please, kilos, oz's
cause my bitch act like she like Pinot and cheese
I dropped out of class so I'm zero degrees
I can out-think a shrink, she can deep throat a tree
I can hijack a brincle, my sweet soda pink
I'm a freak show to freaks, I'm spittin' these bars, hope my bar tab is cheap
I'm a hard man to reach, I'm newborn and deceased
I'm too hard for this beat, I'm the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
Roach look like a leech, I'm too long for the brief
I'm too wrong for the priest with this chrome on your teeth
that get blown out yo' cheek
Like my bitch mixed like Long Island Tea
She don't hide her figure, she don't hide her feet
I'm the head nigga, like prodigy
And bitch I'mma shine/Sean, like Connery, yeah

[Interlude]