Shackles ft. Brizzy Wes Lyrics

Aye shit, wassup with it fam

Hope you had a good night

Uh, shit Im boutta hit the studio right now

First, 'Imma hit the dispo

Maybe get a bite to eat, but

Shit I'll let you know what the word is, later on

You already know it finna get crazy tonight

But shit

I'll see you soon bro

Numbers hurting

Nothing perfect 'bout my respect

Living in the curtain, in constant swerve of a certain death

Hollow point up in the head

The elder holding Scotty Pippen

Looking at his stones, the the type of necklace that could resurrect

So what's the matter quit your 'bitching

Lay down, or do some living

Got me fucked up when you thought

That my vision would stop at thinking

I done tried to get you with me all along

But, its all along that you was gone

I'm so tired of what's at rest

But that done got me tied up to the test

I'm still flying, with them shackles on my ankles

Red Jordans with the check

They heavy, weigh me down below the depths

I'm still flying, with them shackles on my ankles

Like six to twenty three

Or even two-two three to ACP

I'm tryna let go of these chains like I'm D'jango

The only o-n-e

But money isn't even, OCD

So I'm still flying with them shackles on my ankles

I'm still flying with them shackles on my ankles

I'm still flying with that

Yeah, woah

Uhhh

Yeah, I been

I been really

I been really up

Really, yeah

Really staying up

Yeah

And we laying up

I don't want to see today

I'm so scared, death don't get me that afraid

But who am I to say

I'd have it any other way

Aye, it's just a step back

Soon I'm aboutta step up

And wet up and who got me set back

Ready like where your lead at

Don't let them hit where your head at

Just aim wherever the red at

And change your life for forever

Weather done turnt to feathers

Better than turning stones, and crows, and bones

And it make my money thicker than the laces on Ramones

Aye, yeah

And it make your bitch wet, yeah staying on her toes

All I know is running bags, and conversations with the door

If I could make your bitch laugh, I can make her do the most

I could make her do the most

I done some seen shit happen, you dont ever want to know

I been really running racks

I been running, running, running, running, running 'round the globe, aye

And your bitch so bad, I might have to dip my toe

I might have to tip my hat, when I'm leaving out the door

Uh, yeah

And your bitch so bad, I just kept her for my own

And my whip so fast, I could leave you in the

Woah, in the road

Counting digits on my own

Throat baby in the road

I hate the lonely road