They don't know who we be Another one of those (This is for my nigga Q) Down to earth joints (Rest in peace, baby You know how we roll) What they don't know is The bullshit, the drama (uh), the guns, the armor (what!)

Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

Just can't loosen these chains and things These chains that bind me Woke up this morning After another one of those crazy dreams Oh, nothing is going right this morning The whole world is wrong it seems Oh, I guess it's the chain that binds me I can't