Jordans Gold Chains Lyrics - Rob Fresh


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The streets raised me up, giving a fuck
I though Jordans and a gold chain was living it up

Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, living it up
Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, living it up
Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, living it up
Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, giving a fuck
Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, living it up
Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
Jordand, gold chain, chain, chain, giving a fuck

Look, I'm from New York, you niggas know how it goes down
I ain't living with limits, we never slow down
Now I'm feeling the weight, they paying my dues
It's time to get paid, I've been on my grind and now it's my time
To get me some jewels and get me some J's
Jordan, Jackson, thriller, aye
I be living just to kill it, daily eulogies
First the depth, what the fuck to expect
Pretty boy, not a prickly boy, I'm toe to toe with them vets
Paid dues so I can't lose, ten chicks so I can't chose
I've been fly when I ain't had bread, I was handcuffed for example
Rigged checks with the black cards, afterwards with the black cars
Track thousand to start a war, the hopscotch just to get far
Gransdale my background, stand still, never back down
Never ran, never will, if I hit a target pretty he can lay like pack out
I put on big chains for the hell of it, I used to be irrelevant
But this shit was enough, I'm living my life, I ain't giving a fuck

Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
I got my
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, living it up
Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
I got my
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, giving a fuck
Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
I got my
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, living it up
Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
I go ty
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, giving a fuck

Look, I brought me a couple of karats, call it living healthy
You can check the terrace, gold, know I'm gonna be wealthy
I ain't popping mollies, I ain't sipping lean
'Cause I'm higher than a beam track my fucking dreams
I was in my basement for ' weeks
Prepping for this fame, I know what I reached
Screaming at the judge like it wasn't me
So they kept me in my cell 'cause I wouldn't speak
But it's all good 'cause I'm here now
And all these new rappers, just some weird outs
Tight jeans, big shirts, tight jeans, big skirts
That ain't fashion, I leave that chain to crash
But you forgot you a man, you PH clasher
Only one rolling that's to live it up
Doing exactly what I want and I ain't giving a fuck

Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
I got my
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, living it up
Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
I got my
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, giving a fuck
Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
I got my
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, living it up
Jordans, gold chain, Jordans, gold chain
I go my
Jordans, gold chain, chain, chain, giving a fuck





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