Chaining Day Lyrics

J. Cole


publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Duane Stubbs Terry, John F Wilson, Charles Still, Jermaine Lamarr Cole
album: Track 12 in album Born Sinner
release date: 2013-6-14
popularity : 4 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Conscious/Pop Rap
length: 4:44

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[J. Cole]
Look at me, pathetic nigga
This chain that I bought, this is greed, pain, and fame this is heinous result
Let these words be the colors I'm just paintin my heart
I'm knee-deep in the game and it ain't what I thought
Copped the range rover my girl got the mercedes
Iced out crazy I wanna shine like baby
Compared to that nigga I ain't even got a bib yet
Truth be told I ain't even bought a crib yet
This is everything they told a nigga not to do
Image is everything I see, it got a lot to do
With the way that people perceive, and what they believe
Money short so this jewelry is like a weave
Get to the sea and hear niggas say I see you
Now bitches wanna fuck you and niggas wanna be you
And police wanna stop you, frisk you wonder what he do
If a hater snatch yo chain, I bet it still won't free you
Cause I'll be right back grinding 'til I cop another
I sit and think about all this shit I coulda copped my mother
My partner said that's just the game my nigga
So I heard my jeweler say here go your chain my nigga
This is chaining day
Chaining day, my chaining day
This is my chain today
My last piece, I swear, my guilt heavy as this piece I wear
They even iced out Jesus' hair
My last piece, I swear, they even iced out Jesus' hair
Ice on this white Jesus seem a little unholy
The real strange thing about this iced out Rolly
It's the same shit a broke black nigga get gassed at
The same shit a rich white mo'fucka laugh at
Well laugh on white man, I ain't paid as you
But I bet your rims ain't the same age as you
And I ain't got no investment portfolio
But my black and white diamonds shinin' like a Oreo
I know back home where niggas sit today
You rock a chain and they always got some shit to say
Even back when I was broke I knew his shit was fake
He'd prolly sneeze too hard and his shit could break
But hey, you know the sayin', "Fake it 'til you make it"
Me, I did the opposite, made it then I faked it
And actin' like I gave a fuck, money I was savin' up
And copped a crib that's and then that hundred racks, I gave it up


Track Listing


Digital Media 1
  • 1 Villuminati
  • 2 Kerney Sermon (skit)
  • 3 Land of the Snakes
  • 4 Power Trip
  • 5 Mo Money (interlude)
  • 6 Trouble
  • 7 Runaway
  • 8 She Knows
  • 9 Rich Niggaz
  • 10 Where's Jermaine? (skit)
  • 11 Forbidden Fruit
  • 12 Chaining Day
  • 13 Ain't That Some Shit (interlude)
  • 14 Crooked Smile
  • 15 Let Nas Down
  • 16 Born Sinner
  • 17 Miss America
  • 18 New York Times
  • 19 Is She Gon Pop
  • 20 Niggaz Know
  • 21 Sparks Will Fly