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[Intro]
So you know what time it is, fire you done know
Big up all my fans team chip CM squad
[Verse: Chip]
See man like me grew up on man like Ghetts
Came through when I said I was next I can back my talk
Left spitters out, line and chalk
I can name you a list of corpse but I don’t need man coming back from the dead for more
A quad bike nearly took my life
I hopped up like Jesus walks
So when we saying that these MCs remember me well
Man like me might go off the rails
Futuristic flows no behind bars that’s probably why I ain’t been to jail or needed bail
Turn me up, man wanna hot verse phone me up
Tell whoever said there the best MCs chipmunk come and can and will call your bluff?
Yh, I ain’t bad but I’m bad with the pen
I ain’t even from there I’m the man in your ends (Woo)
The weekend got me gassed up might, touch the rolls [?] the Benz
You see the windows up hot box again
I pick weed over oxygen
Whatever genre is loan from rome cause I got more sides to me than an octagon
So gone wrap up grime or take you pick
In it for the hype you don’t want it with chip
Can’t even lie I read all your comments about peanut head I still take you chick
See man I should’ve bought a crib before a watch and a chain
Spent a Crib on a watch and a chain
Dumb estate sign making the game but now I’m in the Crib, watch and chain
See I had money, lost money, made back money
Getting with the white folks spend black money
Sell a type of line to slide a 100 niggas what you thinkin I’m gettin that you can send beck for me
Yh, can’t lie I don’t need a promotion
Your flows dry ohh you need lotion
Give me the beat me I know what I’m doin niggas call for a feature cause I bring something to it
Oh, you signed Universal or Sony blud?
So where the top ten, where the Roley blud?
Who lives at 140 Grime Street? You know Chipmunk’s home
Open up, I’m like show show show, man, show me love
I might show up to your show, show you up
I could’ve went first but saved me till last
I’m turning up, yo turn me up
I start skipping double dutch you know the flows too much
On mixtapes but I don’t want to blud
I don’t really wanna hear anyone’s shit
UK rappers all moan too much
See, I’m in a position that they really wanna be
It’s funny, I ain’t even where I really wanna be
I can hear me and all these new niggas
Got me praying that my fans can spot the wannabe
Like fuck it I’m better than like all you niggas
Put me on a track ill finish all of you niggas
You don’t really want it man come on then clash me
Can’t even lie fam, Kendrick gassed me
This kinda verse saying man if I pulled that
Had girls twerking before it was cool that
If it ain’t money on the phone call back, DRS zone
Look I’m still grimy, try me
Ill murder a MC for Wiley, what you think I’m lying go on and try me
Left Atlanta and came back wilin, fuck labels for now don’t sign em
Me myself and I, I’m doing my ting
Well you feeling some type of way
Fam I was really in the A
Spending more than I was making dough
Like thank god I got fans at home, shit
Traveling just to find myself like, what you know about them journeys though
I sat back analyse the game, big up grim it was harder then
But if history just repeats itself
I, done it before bet I’ll do it again
Somebody give a pen, yeah
Cause that boy got his focus back
So burn you hoes I’d rather bash
Taking snaps more than you rap
You man post too much I’d rather clash
Hmm. Somebody try. Who said I’m dead. Somebody lied. Say it to my face watch a MC cry
Rolly or not ill stop a MCs time
Back to grime wanna diss chipmunk, nigga what are you on
Tell Tinashe I’m 2 on
If I give you a verse, maybe a hook, no lie dog I can put your crew on
Killing every remix, get to my part wheel it
If I do a cover everybody run for cover hey Nicki if you see this hope you feel it (Wooo!)
Hey I’m not you though I am not a just come you ain’t got to clue though
It’s not about the jewellery ill back off the Hublot
I can do your flow, better than you bro
Sorry if I use that, don’t get too gassed what’s that skunk?
I don’t want choose that I link the Rastas I want the high grade
Places that It took me I swear I met 2pac, yo
Now they wanna holler I ain’t hollering back
But road man the game can I borrow it back
The way I write it’s a lot to bite
You might have a hard time swallowing that
Ain’t commitment time nah forget that
There’s bare tings goin on in my head but
I lost friends and I had a couple set backs
But yo forget that I just wanna get back so
2015 new music, load the cannon and we can shoot it
Ballers saying they’re Danny Welbeck
Watch a real young gunner do this
Still the grime scene saviour
Rudolf raver
Chick-King eater
T-high streeter
Gladesmore jumper
Adidas sneaker
YEEEEEAAAAAH!!
[Outro]
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