Brain Not Chain

Spose

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Came in the game with a brain, not a chain Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane Sunny days came and I made it through the rain Proclaimed I would attain Till the day they know my motherfucking name Came in the game with a brain, not a chain Sunny days came and I made it through the rain Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane Proclaimed I would attain Till the day they know my motherfucking name I was the broseph lookin' toasted like a Pop-Tart Slummin' in a Sox hat who turned into a pop star Whoops, kept a couple thousand in the sock drawer Lit up like a cop car, smoked it all, bought more Look pal, I've been preposterously dank Ridiculously dope, maybe monstrously lame But meticulously flow, come and get a whiff of Spose Smells like Wells, Maine, nights up in the cove I'm not a fighter, just a writer, put the lighter to the bowl Always knew that it was do or die I'm doing work while you're hanging like a suicide I just googled the meaning of annuitize Which stupid guy's rhymes you bumped in lieu of mine, huh? Who am I? Spose, motherfucker P. Dank to the top like a fat kid to supper So tell your brother's mother ain't shit changed Same since the fame, still sexy as John McCain Since I Came in the game with a brain, not a chain Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane Sunny days came and I made it through the rain Proclaimed I would attain Till the day they know my motherfucking name Came in the game with a brain, not a chain Sunny days came and I made it through the rain Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane Proclaimed I would attain Till the day they know my motherfucking name Fuck your Beamer, Benz, or Bentley We'll be smashing in the fender, take a blender to your Fendi Yelling obscenities in the mezzanine P. Dank, defenders of the peasantry Who surprised pleasantly guys who Thought rap was crack, gats, and Hennessy So yeah, Bethany, you can put your ass away Quick like Nestlé, I acquired accolades Stripes like a referee, I earned 'em 'cause I had to say What I really had instead of brags They're yelling, "No you're not, dude, don't lie!" when I pass Seven million YouTube views in the bag Cop had me stopped just to get my autograph But they still don't respect me, I'm as sexy as a scab You can grovel for the models, you can wallow for the cash Fuck that, learn facts till you need a bigger hat So, yeah, man, we're not the same If you're unbejeweled then tell your mom P. Dank said we Came in the game with a brain, not a chain Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane Sunny days came and I made it through the rain Proclaimed I would attain Till the day they know my motherfucking name Came in the game with a brain, not a chain Sunny days came and I made it through the rain Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane Proclaimed I would attain Till the day they know my motherfucking name Break it down now Uh You know it's Groves, the flow so tight Shout out to Spose, man, I owe him my life And I remember back when he told me keep rappin' Look at all that happened since John Madden In Salt Lake when he signed the deal Then I packed up my bags, got behind the wheel Hear my tires squeal, away we go And on the way home, who's on the radio? (Motherfucker, I'm awesome!) Welcome to the music life With the JetBlue flights and on the news at night When it comes to picking cards, gotta choose 'em right Because this music life is an amusement ride Ever since a kid, yo, the flows were mean Big dreams, whenever me and Spose convene We were plotting on a way to expose the scene And now we on the road, two shows a week I would sit in the studio and roll that weed And write to a beat till I go to sleep It's the M to the A to the I-N-E More pine trees further than the eye can see, yeah I'm that rap guy coming through your CAT-5 P. Dank, baby, triple clap when we slap five 'Member back when rap was a pastime Now we pack heads every time we rap live Late night, writing down a song Got the proudest mom when the crowd respond And we tryna make it large coming from a small town P. Dank in the building until it falls down Bitch