Weeks Kevin Gates

[Chorus]
I ain't took my chains off in weeks
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas (Arms of my niggas)
Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shivers
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
Love that shit too big to be discreet (To be discreet)

[Verse 1]
He tried to set me up in Dallas, broke into his own car (Hahahaha)
He not knowin' that I'm psychic, and I glow in the dark
Lied on us while in Houston, we got throwed in the cross
Sidestepping 'fore he could set me, punch a hole in my heart (Ha)
Cold quarantine game, I looked over your flaws
Big god, sellin' raw and I'm controllin' the cost (Ugh)
Diamonds on my neck, that's a symbol of success
Run you up a check, you gon' die for your respect
Cautious who you entertain, they could be a threat
Out of pocket, pull up brrrr on you, leave you somewhere stretched (Stretched)
Artificial dealers, all my visions then got clearer
I cross one in the mirror, I'm could feel it in my spirit (Ooh)

[Chorus]
I ain't took my chains off in weeks
If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway
And I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (God of the streets)
Way too big to be discreet anyway
Hope I fly on the arms of my niggas (Arms of my niggas)
Wonder why my heart cold, nigga soul got the shiver
Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)
Love that shit too big to be discreet (To be discreet)