Chain Gang

[Verse 1]
Damn I remember when nobody was listening
Never even got a compliment, ain't no one watchin him
No pix no need to pose, no shows no videos
Ain't got no classic flows…shit that was only like a year ago!
Look at what we've done, look what we've become, new episode never givin out a re run
Give ya what I got no need for a refund, this right here get ya higher than the reefer.
Or higher than Aretha, don't do it for the Franklins, I'm thinkin it's time for a change.
That's what I'm makin, I'm the future “Hi, nice to meet ya”.
I gave up everything, for my everything
gave music a wedding ring, yeah that's my ball & chain.
My stars are alignin, steppin out the backround.
Wanna know bout grindin? Well this is how that sound!

[Chorus]
That's the sound of the man working on the chain gang.
Now put ya hands up, if you gon make it.
And keep them hands up, go head & take it.

[Verse 2]
Ok I handcuffed myself to a mic, got an MPC chained to my ankle tight.
Keep a pen between my fingers, answering these questions.
A straight pro with the tools, I'm engineering my own sessions.
Make it on our time, our clocks. Every A&R in my inbox.
Every major label wanna sign me, trust me there has been talks.
Its Hippy Hop & they want more, 8 months a the year I'm on tour
They scratch the surface, I'm at the core & that line proves this is what I'm meant for.
And lately in these interviews, they callin us “independent-marketing guru's”.
God damn right the sun is shining with no plans to go down.
WANNA KNOW BOUT GRINDIN? WELL THIS IS HOW THAT SOUND!