[Verse 1]
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Damn I remember when nobody was listenin¡¯
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Never even got a compliment, ain't no one watchin him
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No pix no need to pose, no shows no videos
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Ain't got no classic flows¡¦shit that was only like a year ago!
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Look at what we¡¯ve done, look what we¡¯ve become, new episode never givin out a re run
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Give ya what I got no need for a refund, this right here get ya higher than the reefer.
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Or higher than Aretha, don¡¯t do it for the Franklins, I'm thinkin it¡¯s time for a change.
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That¡¯s what I¡¯m makin, I¡¯m the future ¡°Hi, nice to meet ya¡±.
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I gave up everything, for my everything
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gave music a wedding ring, yeah that¡¯s my ball & chain.
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My stars are alignin, steppin out the backround.
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Wanna know bout grindin? Well this is how that sound!
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[Chorus]
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That¡¯s the sound of the man workin¡¯ on the chain gang.
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Now put ya hands up, if you gon make it.
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And keep them hands up, go head & take it.
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[Verse 2]
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Ok I handcuffed myself to a mic, got an MPC chained to my ankle tight.
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Keep a pen between my fingers, answering these questions.
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A straight pro with the tools, I¡¯m engineering my own sessions.
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Make it on our time, our clocks. Every A&R in my inbox.
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Every major label wanna sign me, trust me there has been talks.
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Its Hippy Hop & they want more, 8 months a the year I¡¯m on tour
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They scratch the surface, I¡¯m at the core & that line proves this is what I¡¯m meant for.
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And lately in these interviews, they callin us ¡°independent-marketing guru¡¯s¡±.
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God damn right the sun is shinin¡¯ with no plans to go down.
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WANNA KNOW BOUT GRINDIN? WELL THIS IS HOW THAT SOUND!
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Chain Gang
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