Snakes & Ladders

M1OnTheBeat

Going through a lot of pains

Snakes and Ladders, growing pains

Thought you said he was your dawg

He ain't even post your face

Brodie said he was your dawg

Mmm, no, he fucked your babe

Man can't school me 'bout the game

Know who's real, I know who's fake

Nah, nah, stop it still, stomp on 'em

You don't want me talkin' this real shit, innit? (Jeez)

You ain't no G.O.A.T., mate, you a sheep

You stole your flow

Yeah, man

Aight, cool, cool, cool

Talkin' 'bout legacy and that

Nobody knows you from we're from

Nobody gives a fuck

You're a fuckin' sheep, man

You ain't no fuckin' G.O.A.T

Who you get dem flows from?

Your music's shit, you ain't a fuckin' G.O.A.T (yeah, man)

Ain't no legend, man got no legacy

Uh, if I take that shot, I won't miss

Sold out show, on stage, you look stiff

Starboy with this pen, I'ma wiz'

I'm in the year 2000 and Chip

Men lie, women lie, so do numbers

But you can count on me to go in

Dem man, must be workin' with juju

I don't care where you charted, you're shit

(You know that I'm)

Not trappin' in country (you know that I'm)

The coldest in the country (you know that I'm)

High, you ain't above me (ah-oh, you know that I'm)

Sippin' on a strong one (you know that I'm)

Invested for the long run (you know that I'm)

Told Drizzy, "I'm on one" (ah-oh)

Can't-can't fool me, n-nights when it's go time

Can't fool me, would you ride if your bro died?

Can't fool me, you ain't bigger than your co-sign

Can't-can't fool me, old-school or new-school, can't school me

You don't wanna see me get unruly

Fuck the hierarchy, they can't rule me

Fuck the get-along-gang now

I don't wanna get along, man, stop gettin' on man

One-one pen, that's a weapon in hand

What you know about leverage, gang?

When men were gettin' on me

I crept back like, "Revenge is sweet"

Braces just didn't help, got bars like guns, I buck with these teeth

I could see you, you could see me

I could see you're not a true MC

You just want a Rolex or a AP

To stunt for the 'Gram, 'lowe it, leave

Everybody wanna be versatile

Now I allow it, it's 'cause of me

Never went viral dancin'

S-show you the power of barrin'

(You know that I'm)

Not trappin' in country (you know that I'm)

The coldest in the country (you know that I'm)

High, you ain't above me (ah-oh, you know that I'm)

Sippin' on a strong one (you know that I'm)

Invested for the long run (you know that I'm)

Told Drizzy, "I'm on one" (ah-oh)

Can't fool me

You act like you're righteous, can't fool me

Your scene, I'm behind it, can't fool me

Been here, done mileage

Dem men'll study me, learnin' rhymin'

Teacher, no pupil, look in my eyelids

Show you a thing or a few 'bout survivin'

Dem man talkin' G.O.A.T.s, gimme Joe

On God, taught dem boys how to flow

Ayy, style I'm coming with never known (never known, never known, never known)

Who did you grow up on? Tell the truth

Don't say me, that's lies in the booth

Firing from angle acute

Chippy

(You know that I'm)

Not trappin' in country (you know that I'm)

The coldest in the country (you know that I'm)

High, you ain't above me (ah-oh, you know that I'm)

Sippin' on a strong one (you know that I'm)

Invested for the long run (you know that I'm)

Told Drizzy, "I'm on one" (ah-oh)

Can't-can't fool me, n-nights when it's go time

Can't fool me, would you ride if your bro died?

Can't fool me, you ain't bigger than your co-sign

Can't-can't fool me, old-school or new-school, can't school me

You don't wanna see me get unruly

Fuck the hierarchy, they can't rule me

I ain't in a crew with no MC

Why? 'Cah I do this thing by myself

You ever been out in a group, got jumped, and are fighting back by yourself?

I've got so many bangers, I could have a sound clash by myself

V myself, win or lose, all myself

Like, spray you in a crew with 'dem man (ah)

Ayy, take that L by yourself, damn

Fuck all the strengths in numbers

I come through on the mic, just me (gang)

Keep your opinions on me, thanks

'Cah I can't put those in the bank (nope)

Like, trust me, I know about taking shots (mmm)

But they didn't kill me, it was blanks (brrrr)

And fuck all the threats on Twitter, my nigga

'Cah tweeting is what birds do

Social distance from dem man dere, is it COVID or is it bird flu?

Like, how embarrassing (yеah)

Fam, I don't know nothing, boy, I know I'm talented (hmm)

All you bitches just social climbеrs (woo)

And all you niggas just bait wagonists (woo)

Bandwagon ting, I'm not having it

Nah, never have and never will be (mm-mm)

They ain't make me stronger or kill me (mm-mm)

I was born this way, you feel me? (Yeah)

Like, how many man praying on my downfall?

I'm just still here, like, we'll see

Yo, these MCs ain't starting the level

My nigga, my boots are filthy (he's gone)

I ain't in a crew with no MC

Why? 'Cah I do this thing by myself (feel me?)

You ever been out in a group, got jumped, and are fighting back by yourself? (I have)

I've got so many bangers, I could have a sound clash by myself (yeah)

V myself (yeah), win or lose (yeah), all myself (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yo, I don't want to hear about "The kid is cold"

When these times I'm nearly thirty (stop it)

How you gonna question my ting

When you were at sixteen moving thirty? (Huh)

Like hardly hard, look who's talking (you)

I was nineteen with a mortgage (boom)

You said I'm ahead of my time

I guess everyone caught up, but I'm still corpsing (brr)

Yeah, Chip's too cold, facts (yeah)

Made man famous, facts (yeah)

Made gyal famous, facts

They showing their cards

But when I snap? Khalas (ooh)

Talk about a Chip-v-Chipmunk

If you wanna chat 'bout who might be colder than me (mm)

I don't wanna hear your boss talk

I was a young bull bossing man older than me, blah

Got me going on sick, man, I've been the lick, man

Since Ice Kid and Sickman

If they do you how they did me

On my life, you'd quit fam (mothers)

It's not how many years, it's what you did in 'em

Age don't make you a big man

Big man, listen up, 'round here, quicksand

Don't use me to get lit fam, no (motto)

I ain't in a crew with no MC

Why? 'Cah I do this thing by myself (I mean, man)

You ever been out in a group, got jumped, and are fighting back by yourself? (Mwad)

I've got so many bangers, I could have a sound clash by myself (ayy)

V myself (ayy), win or lose (ayy), all myself (ayy, ayy, ayy), yo

Woo

God, I've got wings

Chippy (Chippy)

When you're at the top of the shelf, everybody's reaching

Some disguise as preachers

But we know dem boy are leeches

Remain calm and keep focused

You're too grounded to be clowned at your shoulders

Ya-ya-ya-ya, woah

Jiggy

Ya-ya-ya, yo

Berry pon dis

Chippy and Kida, ya-ya, oh, ya-ya

Chippy and Kida, ya-ya, ayy

Jiggy boyz, uh-huh

I'ma keep it G wit you (I'ma keep it G)

You a fake friend, I can't deal wit you (uh-huh)

I can't even chill wit you

All eyes, I can see through you

'Nuff yute movin' like a snake (snake)

I can see it in your face (face)

I can see the jugg, that's waste

I don't want you in my space, yeah

Yeah, on the mission, God got him

Niggas only hit you when they want somethin'

Bitches never hit you when you aren't poppin'

So bitches never hit you 'cause you aren't poppin'

Show me your colours, I'll believe you

You think you're opaque, but you're see through

And less is more when it comes to people

So if I cut you off, I didn't need you

Undertakers and Kanes, turn into Cain and Abels

Eyes closed, I can spot the Judas at the table

So mek a man try bite the hand that feeds

Take what I bring to the table when I leave

Big man ting, them cyaan tek mi fi a yute

Tek weh myself before yuh tek mi fi a fool

I ain't colour blind to the red eyes on my jewels

Man a starboy, so mi mek starboy moves

I'ma keep it G wit you (I'ma keep it G)

You a fake friend, I can't deal wit you (uh-huh)

I can't even chill wit you

All eyes, I can see through you

'Nuff yute movin' like a snake (snake)

I can see it in your face (face)

I can see the jugg, that's waste (mm-hmm)

I don't want you in my space, yeah

A wah di raas, a wah di bumba

Left the fucka dem pon the old numba

If he's on my mind when I touch the pad

Ain't no dance when I find the clap

Jealousy, they comin' for me, oh, it's not a ting

Shakin' niggas off like my show that fiya fling

Like why they switchin' sides on Chippy, bruh?

He a six, or a nine, niggas iffy, uh

Unnu 'low mi wit the drama

I'd rather be under a palm tree in Palma

Dem gyal nuh want you, they want ballers

From Ghana, but wants banana in the Bahamas

Big man ting, them cyaan tek mi fi a yute

Tek weh myself before yuh tek mi fi a fool

I ain't colour blind to the red eyes on my jewels

Man a starboy, so mi mek, yeah

Fake jiggaz on my road (my road)

Didn't wanna see the boy blow (blow)

Didn't wanna see the boy go (go)

Didn't wanna see the boy grow (grow)

Now we gettin' to the dough (the dough)

Jiggaz, they be ringin' up my phone

Gyalies never leave the boy alone (mm-mm)

You know how the story goes

I'ma keep it G wit you (I'ma keep it G)

You a fake friend, I can't deal wit you (uh-huh)

I can't even chill wit you

All eyes, I can see through you

'Nuff yute movin' like a snake (snake)

I can see it in your face (face)

I can see the jugg, that's waste (mm-mm)

I don't want you in my space, yeah

(Hey, hey)

Chippy and Kida, ya-ya, oh, ya-ya

Chippy and Kida, ya-ya, ayy

Fire

Ayy, blud, ayy, fuck (fire)

Ayy, what the-, ayy, fuck (fire)

Blud, ayy

Yo (FaNaTiX)

Uh (fire)

Fuck your single, that shit's not (fire)

Fuck your mixtape, that shit's not (fire)

Fuck your album, that shit's not (fire)

Every time, you hear Chip drops (fire)

Touch the mic and ignite that (fire)

Grab the ganja and light that (fire)

Cock back, man can't stop that (fire)

Water flows if you got that (fire)

Let man know from the get-go (fire)

Third degree burns when I let go (fire)

Fall to the floor when I let go (fire)

Fall to the floor like techno (fire)

He's alright, not the best though (fire)

Clap on sight, takе the cheque, no (fire)

Them man are cool but who cares?

Take no prisoners, let go (fire)

Sexy gyal on my arm look (fire)

Chanel crep when I step, look (fire)

Gyal on me, tell her "Ease up"

I don't want your chick, she's not (fire)

Bar for bar, man's over calm

Show your cards, I'm Charizard, you're not (fire)

Man just aim and (fire)

Man don't spray, man (fire)

Fuck your single, that shit's not (fire)

Fuck your mixtape, that shit's not (fire)

Fuck your album, that shit's not (fire)

Every time, you hear Chip drops (fire)

Touch the mic and ignite that (fire)

Grab the ganja and light that (fire)

Cock back, man can't stop that (fire)

Water flows if you got that (serious) (fire)

See a feature with my name on (fire)

Fantastic, flame on (fire)

Spray a million bars and shower man (fire)

I'm Mario with the flower man (fire)

If I don't like man, he's gone (fire)

From NBA jam, man's been on (on fire)

The only time your CD's on (fire)

Is when I dash it in the bon (fire)

Kim Jong-un, man I nuke 'em (fire)

Dragon with Ken Shoryuken (fire)

Ultra combo like Cinder (fire)

Kick Scar like Simba into (fire)

Try play me, you get (yoga) flame

Cook daily, you get (yoga fire)

End mans career when I point like Frieza

Or Alan Sugar, man get (fired)

Fuck your single, that shit's not (fire)

Fuck your mixtape, that shit's not (fire)

Fuck your album, that shit's not (fire)

Every time, you hear Chip drops (fire)

Touch the mic and ignite that (fire)

Grab the ganja and light that (fire)

Cock back, man can't stop that (fire)

Water flows if you got that (raskit) (fire)

Went raw back on a yatty in '01

Caught the clap, my tings was on (fire) (hoo)

Shoulda been a wrap but I acted a prat

And I went straight back 'cause that bitch was (fire)

Yo, I shouldn't talk like this

And the missus is gonna be pissed, I'm playin' with (fire)

Chip just sent me the riddim, it's criss

And it's one big list of everything (fire)

Set it off, I just wanna inspire

Nah, I'm not washed, I still got that (fire)

I'm gonna retire and sit by the (fire)

Liar, liar, pants on (fire)

Man talk big on the 'net, pure (fire)

See him in the flesh, where's all that (fire)

Lyrical (fire), physical (fire)

Whole lotta gas but minimal (fire)

Fuck your single, that shit's not (fire)

Fuck your mixtape, that shit's not (fire)

Fuck your album, that shit's not (fire)

Every time, you hear Chip drops (fire)

Touch the mic and ignite that (fire)

Grab the ganja and light that (fire)

Cock back, man can't stop that (fire)

Water flows if you got that (fire)

Oh-oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I, I do

Oh-oh, fessi-ession 'fessions, too

Oh-oh, 'fessions too, I do, I, I, I, too

Oh-oh, fessi-ession, I, I, I

Fanatix

My babe, my love, my bub, my slime, my boo, my friend (my slime, my thot)

If the mandem buss out (sweet)

I praise me and you will end, ah

If you forgive me once (once)

You never have to forgive me again, yeah ('gain, yeah)

My ex was a seven or eight

Could you be my ten?

And if my baby 'ready got a baby, I'ma love her child like she mine, yeah

Young and wavy, but I'm almost ready, you can havе some more, just give it timе, yeah

My babe, my love, my bab, my slime, my boo, my friend (uh)

All I need in this life of sin is family, God, and you, and my pen

Ah, stick a move (stick again)

We not lose (we win it baby)

Baby, please don't judge, you ain't been in my shoes (I ain't judging you)

Make a couple M's and that's a meal for you (we share it, baby)

Paris reservations, that's a meal for two

And if I hit one knee, say you'll never leave

You see, I'm there for mine, would you be there for me?

Through sickness and through health, would you still care for me?

Through all of my darkest nights, when nobody there for me

Oh-oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I, I do

Oh-oh, fessi-ession 'fessions, too

Oh-oh, 'fessions too, I do, I, I, I, too

Oh-oh, fessi-ession, I, I, I

Look, yo

My baby, my rider, and my day dot, I ain't got say much, ah

Felt like a test in the beginning, but then we got an A+, ah

I love your mum, and your nan, and your sister, the way that they raised ya

Can we have a lil' boy or a girl soon?

And we don't Paris, the crib is a bone palace

I don't really roam for long, but I run over there like, give me your number, miss"

Smash that, made her wifey

I know we've got matchin' Pradas, back then we never had matchin' Nikes

And you know she's a real one when she don't care if you countin' M's, or tens in fiveses, mad

Ah, stick a move (stick again)

We not lose (we win it baby)

Baby, please don't judge, you ain't been in my shoes (I ain't judging you)

Make a couple M's and that's a meal for you (we share it, baby)

Paris reservations, that's a meal for two

And if I hit one knee, say you'll never leave

You see, I'm there for mine, would you be there for me?

Through sickness and through health, would you still care for me?

Through all of my darkest nights, when nobody there for me

(My babe, my love, my bub, my slime, my)

(If the man dem bust out, I bust out)

(I-i-i-if you forgive me once, you never have to forgive me again, yeah ('gain, yeah)

My ex was a seven or eight

Could you be my ten (ten)

Fanatix

Oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I do

Oh, oh, fessi-ession 'fessions too

Oh, oh, 'fessions to, I do, I, I too

Oh, oh, fessi-ession, do, I, I, oh

It's the I understand with

It's the I overstand with

From a young age we overplan with, you know?

Ayy, yo

I see youts on ends patrolling (Skrr)

Strapped up, riding, brawling (Baow)

I salute them like I know them

Dun know (Ayy, ayy)

Hate when they see you progress

No matter how much love you show them (Ooh)

Can't help it when you're chosen (Ooh, ooh)

Dun know (Ooh, ayy)

Step with God on my side (God)

These times everyone's carrying knives (Ayy)

But where I'm from that's just life (That's just, ayy)

Dun know (Ayy, ayy)

And if he don't carry that skeng

He know when his pagans see him, he dead

Tell me what you know about life and death (Your life)

Dun know

Boy just stopped it (Low it)

Rapping like he got real beef (We did)

I heard that he squashed it

I had a little battle with six MCs (Uh-huh)

I can't call that beef (Nah)

If you see your opps and pull out your camera (We did)

What'd you call that, G? (For the 'Gram)

I check Grandma in the hood as I always would, always will (17)

She don't ever wanna move (Nope)

And I can't tell her how to feel (Mm-mm)

Kids might see me in diamonds shining

Tell you how pressure feels (Big facts)

I was in college in the heart of Tottenham

When I first signed a deal

Where gunshots go off for real (Brr)

Just rocking my Rollie (Mmm)

I was year nine in Stoney (Mmm)

Long before Raz been boasting (Mmm)

Ask around, they all know me, darg (Woo)

Horsey right round to Finsbury Park (Woo)

Could've copped me a half a B (Woo)

Luckily I got dough from bars (Lucky)

Always been on my P's and Q's, G, zimme

Rum and K, ayy, sipping (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

If you ain't got a blitz between your clique, that's (Woah)

Still walking off if I ain't whipping (Yeah, yeah)

Know God got me, I ain't tripping (Yeah, yeah)

In the barber shop like I ain't slipping (Yeah, yeah)

Jaga, yo

I see youts on ends patrolling (Skrr)

Strapped up, riding, brawling (Baow)

I salute them like I know them

Dun know (Ayy, ayy)

Hate when they see you progress

No matter how much love you show them (Ooh)

Can't help it when you're chosen (Ooh, ooh)

Dun know (Ooh, ayy)

Step with God on my side (God)

These times everyone's carrying knives (Ayy)

But where I'm from that's just life (That's just, ayy)

Dun know (Ayy, ayy)

And if he don't carry that skeng

He know when his pagans see him, he dead

Tell me what you know about life and death (Your life)

Dun know

I see youts in the ends patrolling

I was seven, each tryna build my po' ting (One)

I couldn't care less about voting (Two)

Put each in the store for a living

Then I just started to rob like Holden (Two)

First time I got nicked, police gave me a caution

They ain't know I done that poking (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)

The bird and the bros for jolting

I would've never known it (Turn, turn me, turn, ayy)

Could ever get like this

When we was out using Motorola's (One)

I could've been dead or in jail

But I'm alive and well, that's progress (Two)

Young nigga coming from Cokeheads House

Don't answer the Lizzie and Sony

They wanna ban drill

But I touched roll that I had was drill (One)

The comment was real

'Cause now they really want man to drill (Five)

Stuck in the trap, they don't want us to win

We just gotta be tactical (One)

I just want my unborn kids all good when I write my will (Realness)

I'm just tryna jug the draw out and write these rhythms (One)

They want me back in the trap house

Just tryna slide this simmin' (Turn)

Growing up in Tottenham

Tryna learn how to rhyme like Chippy (Turn, turn, turn, turn)

I live life on the edge

But I thank God for the life I'm living (Yeah)

I see youts on ends patrolling (Skrr)

Strapped up, riding, brawling (Baow)

I salute them like I know them (Two, two, two, two)

Dun know (Ayy, ayy)

Hate when they see you progress

No matter how much love you show them (Ooh)

Can't help it when you're chosen (Ooh, ooh)

Dun know (Ooh, ayy)

Step with God on my side (God)

These times everyone's carrying knives (Ayy)

But where I'm from that's just life (That's just, ayy)

Dun know (Ayy, ayy)

And if he don't carry that skeng

He know when his pagans see him, he dead

Tell me what you know about life and death (Your life)

Dun know

One

Dun know

MA

Fumes on the beat

Yeah

Gas on the mic (woo, woo)

About you keep it a hundred? You ain't had a hundred racks in your life (no)

If I don't say what it ain't (yeah)

Bet you I'll say what it is (brrr)

Being broke ain't a problem

Nah, but stayin' it is (woo)

I got the fire, stop, drop, and roll (let's go)

Bad bitch get copped and go (move)

If you wanna fuck me, fuck bro

And don't ask for the WiFi code (bitch)

Mood every day, leave me alone (ah)

Just wanna be in my zone

Any gyal come 'round mine when they see my pad, they don't wanna go home (yeah)

Hardest out there (yeah), no discussin' (yeah)

Flow disgustin' (Yеah), rest up, muffin (ah)

See me and Stack just ballin' (uh)

Gotta pour drinks for the fallеn (uh)

Spin a MC, kill a MC, who could it be if it was not me or? (Me)

Come crisp in brands they ain't heard of (ah)

All they know is LV and Dior (woo)

Dior, Dior, I still do the dance to Dior (yeah)

Check the wardrobe, man, I got loads (facts)

Man know Chippy, I pop smoke (yeah)

Lyrically them man bore me, probably why they wanna bore me

Real Haringey story, I got too much love for Hornsey (baow)

They don't really want war with us (they don't want it)

Ayy, please don't start with us (don't start)

They say they got calm for us

But it's peak 'cause you really got clownin' us (bring it on)

Have you seen my yard, you know? (Nice)

Closet look like Narnia (hmm)

Party at mine, let's turn it up (mm-hmm)

Ayy, don't get a stain on my furniture (woo)

Hopped out the car with a ten-ten (ten)

You know that gyal get real teng (tengy)

Ten man ran from one skeng

There was eleven, but man left one dead (bap)

Please don't start this smoke

You won't cope, have no hope

Are they—? (Nope)

Do they—? (Nope)

What are they, bro?

They're just broke (haha)

You know that man don't play fair

Ayy, you don't want war, just stay there

Ayy, gyal put down that Mayfair (cigarette)

I just linked bro in Mayfair (ayy, wagwan?)

Just linked Chip at Nobu's

She wanna come (mm-mm), no, boo (sorry)

I'm with the lads, I told you

When I'm done, I'll phone you

I was out ganking

Now why they wanna test my gangster?

I'm a mad man

Man will turn into a squeezer

See that gyal's knockers

Cor blimey mate, I really need ya (come on, son)

I stick with a geezer (geezer)

We ball like FIFA (come on)

Had to wake up an' smell the coffee (woo)

They try assassinate like my name Gaddafi

No love for the hierarchy

They know I'm old school like Tamagotchi (old school)

A rasta, eatin' salt and ackee

Why's my man talking? Sew him, ahki (quick)

J teng's sad, but he's trigger happy

D teng mad and he's kinda aggy

Tengy, tengy

Gangsta for life, ayy

(FaNaTiX)

Bullet dem a fly dawg, dem a die

More time, mi affi give thanks

Food inna mi fridge, ganja mi spliff

Fi di likkle tings, I give thanks (Mmm)

'Member when I couldn't make a grand

Now it's designer pon mi back, I give thanks

Remember when I couldn't fuck this gyal

Yeah, now she arching up her back, I give thanks (Mmm)

Yo, stressed a pon mi head, mi smoke a spliff

I know the meds the reason I'm with the one above (Mmm)

From me get up in the morn, praise the Lawd

Sip a coffee, gratitude is a must (Mmm)

Ah weh di money deh, ah weh di money deh

If time's money, every day mi inna rush, (Mmm)

Ah weh di money deh, ah weh di money deh

See you a praise tell the world, that's why you're bruk (Mmm)

On the table with my dogs over

Yes and we all eat

Coming from pilchards to sardines and corn beef

Jealousy and envy, I wish somebody warned me

See me inna carrots from a cabbage [?]

Ten K on the champers and the dogs dem all in

When we pop a bokkle, pour a drink for di fallen

Pray another nighttime and pray in the mornin'

Cah more time your coffin doesn't come wit a warning

Bullet dem a fly dawg, dem a die

More time, mi affi give thanks

Food inna mi fridge, ganja mi spliff

Fi di likkle tings, I give thanks (Mmm)

'Member when I couldn't make a grand

Now it's designer pon mi back, I give thanks

Remember when I couldn't fuck this gyal

Yeah, now she arching up her back, I give thanks (Mmm)

Bad and been through the worst, and mi never seen a hearse

So mi affi give thanks

Food deh pon mi table, mi family good

Shot inna mi six pants

Now we could only conversate with most level classes

All we talk about is bitches, tits, and asses

Lookin' at ladies thru Versace glasses

Get your money up, ayy

Nah change up di flow, affi make it, do it big

James Bond, a top scholar

Nah fuck road, mi a look big pon, stay close like son to a mother

Remember when we did down, down

Now me up, mi chain big like Shabba (Shabba)

Now mi only smoke exotic

Patek, keep forty clip inna big 'matic (Ayy)

This is life, yeah

Clean every day, we a fuck them gyal and nuh regret that

Pussy better step back, ayy

Bullet dem a fly dawg, them a die

More time, mi affi give thanks (Give thanks) (Mmm)

Food inna mi fridge, ganja mi spliff

Fi di likkle tings, I give thanks (Give thanks) (Mmm)

'Member when I couldn't make a grand

Now it's designer pon me back, I give thanks (Ayy)

Remember when I couldn't fuck this gyal (Gangsta for life)

Yeah, now she arching up her back I give thanks (Ayy)

Bullet dem a fly dawg, dem a die

More time, mi affi give thanks (Mmm)

Food inna mi fridge, ganja mi spliff

Fi di likkle tings, I give thanks (Mmm)

'Member when I couldn't make a grand

Now it's designer pon mi back, I give thanks

Remember when I couldn't fuck this gyal

Yeah, now she arching up her back, I give thanks (Mmm)

Chip, Gully

Haffi give thanks

Food deh pon mi table

Shot inna mi six pants

So mi affi give thanks

Bomboclaat, ha

Fuck do dem?

I don't need any

You got too many, girl, I got three many

Four many, five many, fuck it, more Henny

Yeah

Your girl around me, nah, I don't need any (yeah)

You got too many, girl, I got three many (oh)

Four many, five many, fuck it, more Henny

FaNaTiX

You better love a lady like me

Top of the shelf, I be like no other

No time for wasteman, I beg you don't bother

You better love a lady like me

You never see a badder girl like me

See my type of love, better not pass any up

Yo, Jesus, if I got three gyal, I am a dawg

If I was Muslim, I could have four wives, calm

She want love but it's cap, not a chance

Can't be no wifey if I met you in a dance

I know some gyaldem that's naturally curvy

I know some gyaldem that copped that from Turkey

I know some gyaldem that really wanna have my yout

And can't even cane roll certy

I know some gyaldem that look good, cook good, work hard

Baby daddy gone, that's a good look

Don't tie yourself to no wasteman, baby

Get a good stepdaddy, you can have more babies

I know some gyaldem that got the full package (oh)

Make me think horse and carriage, maybe marriage

Settle down, level up, stop being savage

No games, one main, no salad (yeah, yeah)

You better love a lady like me

Top of the shelf, I be like no other

No time for wasteman, I beg you don't bother

You better love a lady like me

You never see a badder girl like me

See my type of love, better not pass any up

Yeah, I love a natural beauty

Who doesn't need makeup to be a cutie

True say the gyaldem love until mornin'

But makeup on the sofa can be awfully jarring

So big up the gyaldem with they own crib

Even if you renting, that's some grown shit

Saving up your wages, tryna own shit

Laughing at your ex 'cause he don't own shit (he don't)

But if your vibe attracts your tribe

How do good girls end up with the bad guys?

Girls spending money to look like the Kardashians

It's hard in these times of Megan Thee Stallion (big facts)

I know some gyaldem that got the full package (oh)

Make me think horse and carriage, maybe marriage

Settle down, level up, stop being savage

No games, one main, no salad (yeah, yeah)

You better love a lady like me

Top of the shelf, I be like no other

No time for wasteman, I beg you don't bother

You better love a lady like me

You never see a badder girl like me

See my type of love, better not pass any up

You better love a lady like me

No time for wasteman, I beg you don't bother

You better love a lady like me

Top of the shelf, I be like no other

No time for wasteman, I beg you don't bother

You better love a lady like me

You never see a badder girl like me

See my type of love, better not pass any up

I don't need any

You got too many, girl, I got three many

Four many, five many, fuck it, more Henny

Yeah

Your girl around me, nah, I don't need any

You got too many, girl, I got three many

Four many, five many, fuck it, more Henny

How many girls have you slept with? (Oh, oh, oh)

One day you'll be somebody's parent (oh, oh, oh)

When you love yourself, I'll respect it (oh, oh, oh)

Yeah, I'ma teach you what love and respect is

My auntie told me I'm carrying walking zombies

From the females I let on me

All the times when I could not sleep

And if you're anything like me, girl (hmm-hmm)

You wouldn't want anybody like me, girl

Wish I could delete your past (oh, oh, oh)

I really wish I could delete your past (oh, oh, oh)

Wishing that you never lied when I asked (oh, oh, oh)

But it's nothing that I wouldn't put past

How many girls have you slept with? (Oh, oh, oh)

Slow down, you're somebody's parent (oh, oh, oh)

When you love yourself, I'll respect it (oh, oh, oh)

Yeah, I'ma teach you what love and respect is

How many guys have you slept with? (Oh, oh, oh)

How many didn't use protection? (Oh, oh, oh)

You lie to my face, why so selfish? (Oh, oh, oh)

Tryna teach you what love and respect is

Mummy say I need to slow down (down)

It's kinda hard, mummy, this generation's wild (hmm-hmm-hmm)

Look how beautiful your grandkids look

But not one of them are mine, come shook (come shook)

I wish I could delete my past, Lord knows (oh, oh, oh)

I really wish I could delete my past (oh, oh, oh)

At least I never lied when you asked (oh, oh, oh)

Really wish we met each other in the past

How many girls have I slept with? (Oh, oh, oh)

One day I'll be somebody's parent (oh, oh, oh)

When I love myself, we'll be selfless (oh, oh, oh)

Yeah, then we'll know what love and respect is

How many girls have I slept with? (Oh, oh, oh)

Wishing I hadn't used protection, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh)

I won't lie to your face, I'm not selfish (oh, oh, oh)

Tryna teach you what love and respect is

Came through with the gang, oh, yes, we go hard

Who's that girl? My G says he know her

Tracksuit quite cute, look sexy on her

Fell in love at Eskimo Dance

So I kick back, billing in my rude boy stance

More time, I catch your eye when you glance

Everyting gets slow and the room spins fast

I fell in love at Eskimo Dance

Yo, touch mic, that's wheel-ups (wheel-ups)

Gyal wan' drink and feel ups (feel ups)

Heard dem boy don't feel us (ah)

Unnu like us, leave us (safe)

Don't let me get serious (yep)

Man, these spitters are dеlirious

Man, these spitters arе hilarious (maud)

Dem man never come here with us

Ain't no gyaldem are airing us

They might've came with you, but now they here with us (gang)

Postcode ting, don't wary us (nah)

Gang spread love, all areas (yep, yep)

Just give me the microphone, check (woo)

Gyal looking the microphone tek (woo)

What, baby? You 'bout to blow, next (ah)

Hold it like a microphone, yes

(Yep, yep, yep)

Came through with the gang, oh, yes, we go hard

Who's that girl? My G says he know her

Tracksuit quite cute, look sexy on her

Fell in love at Eskimo Dance

So I kick back, billing in my rude boy stance

More time, I catch your eye when you glance

Everyting gets slow and the room spins fast

I fell in love at Eskimo Dance

Like yo, let me see the gun fingers (brr)

Ice on wrist, neck, and fingers (brr)

Going on sexy, I move stingers (ah)

Gyal want me, get just fingers (brr)

Yo, damn, that gyal look sexy (sexy)

Stepped in, dress code Eski (cold)

I like girls in tracksuits (trackies)

Easy access, get me? (Get me?)

Neck game on epilepsy (shine)

Man first met her at Eski (ooh)

Must've been waved when she text me (woo)

Bait, not spelling correctly (haha)

I was on microphone, ch-check (woo)

She was loving the microphone te-tek (woo)

What, baby? You 'bout to blow, ne-next (ah)

Hold it like a microphone

(Yo, yo, yo)

Came through with the gang, oh, yes, we go hard

Who's that girl? My G says he know her

Tracksuit quite cute, look sexy on her

Fell in love at Eskimo Dance

So I kick back, billing in my rude boy stance

More time, I catch your eye when you glance

Everyting gets slow and the room stays fast

I fell in love at Eskimo Dance

So if I could, I would just break a nigga's (legs)

So if I could, I would just break a nigga's (legs)

Holiday season (yo)

Girl asking, "What's the occasion?"

I booked that flight, I don't need no reason (nuh-uh)

I was in the ends this morning (poof)

On a plane by evening (gone)

Touch down, link with the G's dem

Rental's breezing, I love my freedom

Yo, K put the roof down on the Lambo (skrrt)

You know anywhere man go, gang go

I've got a few safe friends from the same ends

I been around the world, just me and Rambo (bro dat)

Northside of that London

Step through stylish in any function

Glass in the air, gotta toast for the mandem

We could be stuck in the dungeon

So let's link up, my geezer (link up)

Miami or Ibiza (dun know)

Sleeves out in a wife beater (woah)

My fresh white tee, white sneaker (yeah)

You ever been on a yacht with dargs that you would get bust with? Wonderful feeling (excellent)

Ex's texting, see me on Snapchat flexin'

I don't need them

Why? 'Cause it's holiday season (yeah)

Girl asking, "What's the occasion?"

I booked that flight, I don't need no reason (mmm)

I was in the ends this morning (poof)

On a plane by evening (gone)

Touch down, link with the G's dem

Rental's breezing, gotta get the weed in (yo, yo)

Ayy

So if I could, I would just break a nigga's legs

Just give me one more flight, mmm

So then I just could not leave, I'd rather stay

Just give me one more night, mmm

Ayy

Pengtings come to the corner when they see me and the mandem styling (woi)

But all these gyal need guidance, so I can't fall in love on no island (mm-mm)

Sweet one lookin' like Amber (ah)

Gimme green light, no amber (hehe)

Which young niggas been this fly this long? (Who?)

Of course niggas can't stand us (yeah)

But there's levels to life, my G

My first time on a private jet was free, courtesies of Lethal B (bro dat)

I might miss my flight, drunk Malibu nights, now my manager's texting me (oh God)

Jarring hoes on my iPhone, fuck off, my niggas is all I need (yo, yo)

Ayy (Chippy)

'Cause it's holiday season (yo)

Girl asking, "What's the occasion?"

I booked that flight, I don't need no reason (mmm)

I was in the ends this morning (poof)

On a plane by evening (gone)

Touch down, link with the G's dem

Rental's breezing, I love my freedom (yo, yo)

Ayy

I don't need a reason when I just wanna (I just wanna)

Take off and move

Say no more, I catch my flight there soon

Goin' M.I.A to be MIA

I just want breeze and the moonlight waves

All night, all night, oh

So if I could, I would just break a nigga's legs

Just give me one more flight, mmm

So then I just could not leave, I'd rather stay

Just give me one more night, mmm

So if I could, I would just break a nigga's (legs)

Break a nigga's (legs)

I just blackout, snap out, watch man tap out

It's back on, Chip can't back down, nor back out

Skengman? Shoot me then, get your wap out

It's all cap 'til I snap, throw your cap out

Attack him, whack him, have it from him? Imagine

With all these bangers that I'm packing

Don't put me in a mismatch, diss man 'til I diss back

I got diss-tracks, diss-tracks that I dispatch

Pick a forehead, wig that for the big chat

Mi nah chit-chat, click-clack, on my spliff, yack

All the smoke, I'm with that

When I sky that, full air force, ya dig that?

Yo, how many spitters have I killed on the mic?

Wanna enter the morgue? Come get a wristband

It gets tekky, try at your own risk, fam

If I ever put the mic down, bet you miss man

Didn't really wanna be a killer MC

When man cross the line, I'ma kill a MC

Why is it always Chipmunk clashing all these "We used to be niggas" MCs?

I'm sick and tired, nah, sick, not tired

I'll rise it, fire, and kill a MC

Make a man wanna catch me in real life cah it's special the way that I spin an MC

Yeah, I spin an MC (yeah)

Spin an MC and his bredrin that can't rap

Who taught you don't run out of bars akh? (Chippy)

Shut your mouth, cut your crap

I'm the bars man, never had a bar, fam

Bar man, black sheep, baa-baa, hah-hah

Never been inna the who rah-rah-rah (nope)

I'm Mr Miyagi of the bars ting (hahaha)

Pick a karate kid and half him (ching)

Pull up like "Where the food? I want munch" (yep)

Pull up, just X out spitters, I want dump (brrt)

Ash said, "What's the time?" I said "Lunch" (Uh)

I was out here before all these cunts

Put some respek on my name

You're lettin' him say he's the best MC in the country like I'm not still in this game

Mek gyal tune but mi love pepper and spray

Didn't really wanna be a killer MC

When man cross the line, I'ma kill a MC

Why is it always Chipmunk clashing all these "We used to be niggas" MCs?

I'm sick and tired, nah, sick, not tired

I'll rise it, fire, and kill a MC

Make a man wanna catch me in real life cah it's special the way that I spin an MC

Why's it never MC's that have come before me that want to war me?

I must be surely, the coldest MC to touch the country

Like, that ain't my lyric book, boy, it's a pumpy

I'm super dumpy, only God can judge me

So, Jesus, forgive me if I keep up a fuckery

Unnu ah go mek di teacher up keep up a madness

Why? Bloodclart, too many students acting

Superplex, beat man with a ruler

King? Which part? This part, I'm ruler

Mi ah di big darg, this art, I'll school ya

Cash Motto inside, niggas can't fool us

Dem boy deh suh that side don't chat me (nah)

North best spitters in the game, don't at me

Money can't buy technique, just chill

If I don't say it, who will? Yo

Didn't really wanna be a killer MC

When man cross the line, I'ma kill a MC

(Pull it, pull it)

Make a man wanna catch me in real life cah it's special the way I spin an MC

Oi, miss me out you know? Hahaha

Bikini on my bed, fuck you in the sand (Fanatix)

Pussy spectacular (yeah)

You might end up in the club when you should be at home (roamin')

When you sure to settle, but don't wanna be alone (tourin')

I've seen bitches come and go, I seen rats come and go

Gyal 'em hate when I come becah I cum and then I go (bussin' out)

And we ain't nothin' like we used to be (mm-mm)

All them times I was lyin', she was true to me

I should've been with her, but I was doin' truancy (listen)

When she caught me, I said, "Uh-oh", on my Lumidee (mad ting)

Wonder who you'rе gonna fuck after me, I'm Big Chip

Every gyal want to walk off from mе (sheesh)

But I'm not with the cuffin', you can choose him if you like

But my spirit's gonna haunt you if you choose him out of spite (facts)

Three gyal on me from my past, triple X'd in (woo)

Feel like Vin Diesel, it got me steppin' out flexin' (yeah)

You know how I stay, dawg, big zoobie, phone on plane mode

But I know it's you I should be textin'

Baby girl, you gotta take me as I am

You know deep down you're in my future plans, uh-huh

Catch me cheatin' then you're gonna get a tan

Louis V bag, it straight from Milan, uh-huh

Got 'em all mad on the 'Gram about my main thing

She love me for who I am, and that's the main thing

Bikini on my bed, fuck you in the sand

And the pussy spectacular (yeah)

She loyal (uh), do anything for you (uh)

Spend a bag on designer clothes 'cause she spoil you (drip)

I be in the trap five times out the week (uh)

I tell her, "I'll be back", she thinkin' I'm just tryna creep (nah)

Can't lie, had a couple baddies in the suite with the guys

Had to tell her, "Baby, they ain't here for me" (nah)

Gotta keep it G 'cause she a real one (real one)

We ain't got a family, shawty, we can build one (we can build one)

Tell your exes stop playin', I will kill one (oh, grrr)

I ain't on that gangsta shit, but I'm still one (you know)

You know the drip got 'em sick, I'm a ill one (I'm an ill one)

And when I'm off the Hennessy, I don't feel none (the Henny)

You know I'm rich, and if I'm rich, then you rich, too

And please don't be a bitch and do

The shit that a bitch do (don't do that)

I don't wanna argue, baby, show me what them lips do (ooh)

You know you come first like the rent due, stop playin'

Baby girl, you gotta take me as I am

You know deep down you're in my future plans, uh-huh

Catch me cheatin' then you're gonna get a tan

Louis V bag, it straight from Milan, uh-huh

Got 'em all mad on the 'Gram about my main thing

She love me for who I am, and that's the main thing

Bikini on my bed, fuck you in the sand

And the pussy spectacular

Yeah, pussy spectacular (mm)

From the front, on the side, to the back, you know? (whoa)

Let me bite up your neck like I'm Dracula (let me)

Might be gone in the morn, but I'll be back, you know? (skrr)

Now are you really tryna find another papi? (Huh?)

Now you got me thinking 'bout the nights you called me daddy (come on)

I ain't gonna answer, know your exes can't stand me, but

Even if you're not with me

I'll rather see you happy, settle down and have a family, yo (woo)

Me and man wanna fight over gyal, but still

You got me thinking 'bout the future, I do's and I will's

NSG, options, he won't, I will

I don't argue, I go silent, baby, you know time heals (yeah)

Three gyal on me from my past, triple X (woo)

Feel like Vin Diesel when I step (Dom)

You know how I stay, dawg, big zoobie, phone on plane mode

But it's really you I wanna text (check)

Baby girl, you gotta take me as I am

You know deep down you're in my future plans, uh-huh

Catch me cheatin' then you're gonna get a tan

Louis V bag, it straight from Milan, uh-huh

Got 'em all mad on the 'Gram about my main thing

She love me for who I am, and that's the main thing

Bikini on my bed, fuck you in the sand

And the pussy spectacular

Baby girl, you gotta take me as I am

You know deep down you're in my future plans, uh-huh

Catch me cheatin' then you're gonna get a tan

Louis V bag, it straight from Milan, uh-huh

Got 'em all mad on the 'Gram about my main thing

She love me for who I am, and that's the main thing

Bikini on my bed, fuck you in the sand

And the pussy spectacular

M1OnTheBeat

Ready

Bedsheets

Jelly

M1OnTheBeat

Sha-shawty want a kid, I ain't ready

Still, she all up in my bedsheets

Shawty my slime, my jelly

Turn off the lights and telly

Mek yuh belly hurt like burpees

Now she wanna eat my Hershey's

Who's on my mind? Her, she

Who's on my mind? Her, she

(Chippy)

I'm bareback in my grind (grind)

I'm barebackin', that's mine (mine)

I don't ever like your pics (mm-mm)

But I'm double-tappin' it right (right)

Handprint, slappin' it right (baow)

Two hands, splittin' dem thighs (woo)

See the good, mm-mm, that's mine

Burners on burners on burners on burners

I got that on me when I'm in the booth

I just told them, "Pull up on pull up on pull up"

You can come to the truth

Yeah, four K or liposuction, say, what would you do?

Fuckin' a friend and her she

Sha-shawty want a kid, I ain't ready

Still, she all up in my bedsheets

Shawty my slime, my jelly

Turn off the lights and telly

Mek yuh belly hurt like burpees

Now she wanna eat my Hershey's

Who's on my mind? Her, she

Who's on my mind? Her, she

Mmm, I can still taste your pussy when I made this song

She said, "You ain't suck my pussy, you're taking long"

Mmm, king of the kitchen, my apron on

Hammer on me, I wave my wand

Birkin, Birkin, Birkin, fuck the opps, I wave my wand

Fucked her in the arse to my favourite song

How-how you tryna sound like Ay? You're wrong

What the fuck do you take me for?

She an amazing one, I just made her cum

Ayy, shawty confessing, she's freaky for sure

If I'm in the booth, yeah, I did that before

Different bedroom, kitchen, staircase

Neighbours complainin', she bangin' the walls

I-I put my dick where you shouldn't

Put my mouth where you wouldn't

Callin' shots like I'm Vladimir Putin

Sha-shawty want a kid, I ain't ready

Still, she all up in my bedsheets

Shawty my slime, my jelly

Turn off the lights and telly

Mek yuh belly hurt like burpees

Now she wanna eat my Hershey's

Who's on my mind? Her, she

Who's on my mind? Her, she

Mmm, I can still taste your pussy when I made this song

She said, "You ain't suck my pussy, you're taking long"

Mmm, king of the kitchen, my apron on

Hammer on me, I wave my wand

Shawty confessing, she's freaky for sure

If I'm in the booth, yeah, I did that before

Different bedroom, kitchen, staircase

Neighbours complainin', she bangin' the walls

I put my dick where you shouldn't

Put my mouth where you wouldn't

Callin' shots like I'm Vladimir Putin

Dready

Yo, party ah keep

Buck about ten, by twelve we a reach

Everybody wan' drink, nobody wan' drive

So we pull up in a H'Uber or Haddison Lee

Blou-blouse an skeet, mi seh blouse and skeet

This here gyal wan' tek off her blouse and beat (yeah)

Mi dawgie mi sparry just fawaad mi a drink

Him seh, "Chippy, 'ow yuh feel?" Mi seh, "Nice and sweet"

Ni-nice and sweet, mi seh nice and sweet

See mi eye dem chiney, mi nice and lean

Yuh nuh see 'ow mi Fendi sit nice wit mi jeans

Mi bathe before mi step out, mi nice and clean

Ni-nice and clean, mi seh nice and clean

Every man fi go weh, every gyal around we

Dem bwoy deh seh dem have it, dem nuh nice like me

One bag a air miles, them nuh fly like mi

So we party on the weekday, even though we're workin'

Cash converting, dollars and sterling

Champagne a buss, we a flex, cah we earning

Good in man city, young baller, call mi Sterling

Sleep inna penthouse, cruise inna German

Seh she have a man, well, she nuh look certain

Come wit ya gyaldem, leave wit the mandem

Tell yuh baby daddy 'im fi move, yuh cyan't stand 'im

And seh, yo

Pa-party ah keep

Buck about ten, by twelve we a reach

Everybody wan' drink, nobody wan' drive

So we pull up in a H'Uber or Haddison Lee

Blou-blouse an skeet, mi seh blouse and skeet

This here gyal wan' tek off her blouse and beat (yeah)

Mi dawgie mi sparry just fawaad mi a drink

Him seh, "Chippy, 'ow yuh feel?" Mi seh, "Nice and sweet"

Part-party ah keep, dawg, check out mi feet

Everyting white, dawg, check out mi teet (mmm)

Normally, dawg, we a pull up inna Benz

But tonight the Addison and Uber ah dweet

Ya gyal a get tek if she brown and neat

She wan' mi an I go home and dweet

Wollan deh eh, yuh a move too fast

Tek a seat, grab a glass, this a 'ow man dweet

Blou-blouse and skeet, mi seh blouse and skeet (skeet)

Gyal a mek the ting inna mi trousers peak

Bout, she 'ave a man, and she nuh cheat

Wen she see the penthouse, guarantee mi ago beat

Di night still young, have fun, so nuh stop dat (why?)

Fuck a WiFi, gyal, dis a di hotspot

This a everyday ting, yuh nuffi snap dat (put on your phone)

From mi see yuh friend mi know, she ah go cockblock (security)

Yo, pa-party ah keep

Buck about ten, by twelve we a reach

Everybody wan' drink, nobody wan' drive

So we pull up in a H'Uber or Haddison Lee

Blou-blouse an skeet, mi seh blouse and skeet

This here gyal wan' tek off her blouse and beat (yeah)

Mi dawgie mi sparry just fawaad mi a drink

Him seh, "Chippy, 'ow yuh feel?" Mi seh, "Nice and sweet"

(Mi seh nice and)

Pa-party ah keep ah suh mi rev rev start

Ferrari, ah speak inna di denim jeans, all-white but inna wedding

And di ting tight pon she but inna leggings, seen?

Uptown Uber, or di Addison

So mi drink, drive, it's a chase from di babylon

And mi pull up wit a gorilla ah like di Amazon

If mi ever drive (skrrt), inna di Prius, it's ah Avalon

Gyalie dem watch and whine pon we

Buss a champagne and light some green

And di ting pop like submachine

A mi play dirty, but mi come too clean

She think mi a gyalis, gya-gyalis

But it me, my juice, and ah cloudy chalice

Gyalis, gya-gyalis

Now she wan' come over to mi palace

Truss mi

Yo, pa-party ah keep

Buck about ten, by twelve we a reach

Everybody wan' drink, nobody wan' drive

So we pull up in a H'Uber or Haddison Lee

Blou-blouse an skeet, mi seh blouse and skeet

This here gyal wan' tek off her blouse and beat (yeah)

Mi dawgie mi sparry just fawaad mi a drink

Him seh, "Chippy, 'ow yuh feel?" Mi seh, "Nice and sweet"

Mubz got beats

Yo

Zoobie in my mouth, I'm in my own world

Thought she was the one, now she my old girl

"Can you take me on a date?", the answer's no, girl

I can't trust these bitches, give my heart to no girl

I've been so surrounded, I still feel alone

Switch my phone on plane mode, that means leave me 'lone

She been tryna link, I'm in my own world

Can't trust these bitches, give my heart to no girl

I can't name a bill that I would split with you

But I can't give you my heart, it might get split in two

Been goin' through sticky times, been rollin' sticky food

Would you rather pick and choose, or rather stick and lose?

Don't put my trust in dawgs, don't put my trust in girls

See man dеm leave their dawgs and put thеir trust in girls

Don't ask me who I love, just understand I love myself

Me, I put my trust in God and I put my trust in self

Been tryna level up while you been tryna settle down

Got my powers in my palm, I've come to far to settle now

So what the fuck I want with feelings? Been tryna focus on these pounds

She might wake and wanna leave me, music never turns me down

Yatty's want attention, please don't interrupt, I'm zoning

Writing on my iPhone, I ain't tryna see my phone ring

I don't see my wedding finger ever rocking no ring

Running to the money like a trapper when his phone rings

Zoobie in my mouth, I'm in my own world

Thought she was the one, now she my old girl

"Can you take me on a date?", the answer's no, girl

I can't trust these bitches, give my heart to no girl

I've been so surrounded, I still feel alone

Switch my phone on plane mode, that means leave me 'lone

She been tryna link, I'm in my own world

Can't trust these bitches, give my heart to no girl

Perco-sex, Percocet while I reminisce

I was broke before, but now there's money everywhere

Baby girl, I'll teach your brother how to celebrate

I was trapped, I had a coke in a mountain, Everest

I just decided to ride on you

Keep this pole on me, broski, he keep one too

And I know you in your feelings the way you're going through my phone, girl

And the way these DMs is gonna break your heart gonna really leave you broken

I'm just tryna smoke this pound of weed, I'm in my own world

I been telling God protect me deep inside this cold world

Real fucking trap niggas, I only love my stove girl

Last night I fucked a model bitch and I hope she never tell

Zoobie in my mouth, I'm in my own world

Thought she was the one, now she my old girl

"Can you take me on a date?", the answer's no, girl

I can't trust these bitches, give my heart to no girl

I've been so surrounded, I still feel alone

Switch my phone on plane mode, that means leave me 'lone

She been tryna link, I'm in my own world

Can't trust these bitches, give my heart to no girl

"Ayo, mate

Pull your trousers up

Your arsehole's hangin' out man

Hahahaha"

(Virus187)

Gotta light one to this

Uh, listen

Look, I seen OG rappers turn to online chatters

Look if Chippy does retire bet he's goin' out snappin'

I've been sittin' thinkin' life, death and survival

They on the other of thirty-five and still tryna be viral

Got the message that my uncle died

Couple hours later, Ashley at my door knockin'

Opened up said, "Black the Ripper died"

Good Friday just around the corner, this is not a vibe

I can't lie, I probably need a hug, but it's Corona times

The mandem's number three in the charts

Everyone congratulatin' but I'm numb as a rass

I was damagin' my lungs before this virus darg

But Black said light it when he dies, that's why I'm bunnin' it darg

Got fourteen grams in the jar, I put like two in a zoot

I know millionaires who started from a two and a Q

Shotters who don't touch buj just 'cah they seen what it do

But I got nothin' against shotters, fam I still buy food

So listen good, I tell niggas miss Chip with all that real nigga shit

When everyone's got different definitions of what real is, uh

Don't keep no jewels in your house, I'm just droppin' gems

I'm paranoid but grew up in the ends where niggas rob they friends

You're bad or only bad for who you bad for

'Cause that's all I see with these niggas, so fuck the rap wars

Look around and I see sheep, lambs for slaughter

I'm tryna read more, have less sex and drink water

Our father, whom heart cah mine's halfer

Torn between seein' a therapist or a pastor

Think about it, Heaven or Hell, what would you rather?

I've lost friends I still hope to see in this life after

Give a fuck about a bitch, booty poppin' for the 'Gram

I'm at home plottin', load it, shoot it, pop it with a plan, uh

Girls tellin' me that I need sleep, I be like thanks, the irony

Tell me have you heard Insomnia? It bangs

They can hate me but can never say my heart isn't clean

When Bugzy came off his bike, I closed my hands on my knees and prayed for him

Like Lord stay with him, I came off a bike too, in mad ways related to him

Half the industry grudgeful, me I'm out here grudgeless

I've had war behind the scenes, and I've took stones in public

Times I felt down and out like, "Why does everybody hate Chip?"

I wouldn't change shit, cah now I know who everybody is, uh

See they were movin' funny then they wanna bill it now

That's the type of shit that make me wish that Black was still around

Thinkin' 'bout we was out in Trini eatin' soursop

I turned the lemons into lemonade but this is sour, Akh

Mixtapes sellin' North side, reppin' worldwide

Steppin' battle emcees, I batter a beat

The baton back up in my hand but I been battlin' grief

That is the reaper round the corner, I don't wanna go to sleep, nah

London boy, I told them the word, rappers in therapy

I keep a pen to kill off my pagans and clear my energies

Try acupuncture, try reiki, try (tsk), blood

When the pains this deep inside, there ain't no remedies

Black passed on the fourth month in the twentieth year of this millennium

It's spiritual, I'm tellin' you

I feel like 4/20 won't ever be the same for me

As long as I'm alive, when I light it, I'll remember him

The Lord is my shepherd

No sword, no weapon

That forms, shall prosper

On this course, ancestors in force

Help me Luke Skywalk

Lightsaber for a pen, I'll Obi-Wan a Darth Maul

Tatted the word "pain" because I'm stuck with it

Black told me "Stick at it", I stuck at it

Rhythm and the Rizla, I'm just bunnin' it

I see online they bringin' me my flowers, now of course

If I could book a flight and leave tonight, I swear I'd bring you yours

Rest in peace my bro

Hmm

Cash Motto, Dank Of England, 4L

See I know what a real friend is

Someone that has your back right or wrong

Highs or lows

Trust me man, when certain man were movin' funny

Black never ever switched up on me

Rest in peace my bro

With all due respect, I'm one of the best in the world at rappin'

I'm from a borough where not many people make it happen

It's do sports or sell drugs or maybe make it rappin'

And baby mothers trappin', boy, you better keep a Magnum

Mappin' out routes before coupes came with Satnavs

Boots in my rucksack like, "Cuzzy, what's in that bag?"

Back when he would scoop me in the Golf and take me QPR

I never thought my first half a milli would be from a bar in Haringey

Like, oh God, you could die tryna go shop

Niggas outside the bookies, fiends in the phonе box

Monkey on the lobster first timе I sat at Novikov

I'm from the hood where two pounds could fill you in a chicken shop

And the owners probably millionaires, you clocked it

Get the chicken, do the dash, we can't live where this shop is

If you ain't sharing codes, you ain't playin' fair (woo)

I started from the bottom, I ain't stayin' there

Penthouse, the views are rare

I ain't got no problem with no rappers from the states

You could be from any country, I'll still have you on a plate, uh

Niggas tryna use my name to gallop, what you talkin' 'bout?

Pen time giddy up, you'll get it from this horse's mouth

It's like half the internet just feels safe for speakin' on

Those who want to shoot them in the face, swiftly movin' on

I ain't need to be in the room full of people who don't like me

I just love seein' they face when my tune is on

Couldn't see a rainbow in the rain like, "Where the damn sun?"

I don't play on a console, killin' spitters how I have fun

Look, I'll rip a rapper's spirit right out his chest

And look him in the eye like, "Your soul is mine" on my Shang Tsung

Microphone combat, call me if it's on, ahk

I'm on back, sittin' down, talkin', I ain't on that

I am not here for applause, I'm just gon' clap you once

Still prefer a cheesy beef patty to a chatty one

World's in a crisis, I'm at home, sittin', writin', in my zone

If you do for him what he won't do for you, then he ain't bro

People call me this and call me that, just stop it, call me cold

It's injected in these flows, don't wanna have to let you know

Thin line between stuntin' and motivatin'

If I post it, you'll be hatin', so more time I keep my wins to myself

And now they wanna cosign

But I've been going this hard the whole time

I never stopped believing in my— uh

Yo, this is World Cup levels on the mic, uh

Back to back with J. Cole, like trust me, that was lite, uh

Look at how I'm rappin' now, I started out on grime, uh

Never see my timeout, steamin' all the time

Fuckin' sidetrackin' from the side, man

Not in my plan, go bang, I know, go hang

And you're outside fam, this is sport to me, you should stop there

Rules to the game before you got here

Top table, top chair, top tier, top label, Cash Motto

Take no bullshit and let the cash follow

Best thing I done was mix my biz with family

So no one disrespect and ask or ever chat to me, factually

They say no new friends, but still I made some

Better yet, some great ones, got me changin' numbers on the fake ones

You gettin' money? Hardy har

You probably always thinkin' 'bout your niggas are your dargs

Just give it 10, you might relate some

From your block to the chart, bet this shit will change you

Go from being broke to gettin' money, you can't be the same you

Like half these niggas sound the same, but they still getting change, too

Lookin' at me like I changed, cool, think you changed too

I been through it long enough to see the cycle

Trust me, I can teach survival, still I'm tryna meet me idols, uh

You might see it all from lookin' in my eyeballs

Ain't nobody harder than me, dummy, I'm my biggest rival, uh

They say I don't get the accolades that I deserve

I don't give a flyin' fuck, I'm still doin' the work

Niggas want a feature cah they know my words are priceless

But it's 2020, fuck it I need 20 for a verse

Gang shit

Uh, look

I know where you live too, but that is not the point of this

Pull up, catch me lackin', plan failed, there's no avoidin' this

Don't know what you heard about Essex but it's calm, darg

And they ain't used to black people screamin' down the car parks

So let me ask you this, Mr. Road Man, 'cause you don't get the program

It seems like you wanna lose it all (ah)

If my niggas pull up at your gates, screamin', shoutin' down the place

Who the fuck you think your neighbors gonna call? Ah (woo-woo-woo)

Picky-choosey gangster, dunno why you think you're so hard

What millionaire does the ride outs in his own car?

Lamborghini truck, nice one, reverse and go yard

For all the indirects you hear, I hope you go to all the yards

And niggas you were with ain't from your bits, so what's the link then? (Hmm)

Now you got outsiders in your ship, soon to sink them (trust)

If you know what's good for your life, just de-link them

And stick with Ed Sheeran, he gon' tell you 'bout Chip's pen (woo)

On the day the people marchin' out cah black lives matter

You're tryna slide out, I said your verse was light, what's the matter? (What's wrong?)

Sent you my address out of love (come)

Two days later, tryna pull up with your thugs, what type of packet is you on?

Gave you a chance to spin me on a tune beside me

You objected, I said, "Cool and God bless" and kept it movin'

But it seems you won't be satisfied unless you see a shootin'

Can you believe this is the same boy that does the gospel music? (Ah)

Lord, he was broken and you fixed him, can you save him once again?

And tell every gangster with him, they can't save him from this pen

This about GOATs and kings, this is not about ends

But just in case you all forgot, it's North side, ah

GOAT means the greatest of all time, to me, that's Jay-Z (mm)

I see you tryna play him down in interviews, you crazy?

Okay, you got money now, but still you got no wave, B (woo)

Me, I thought she broke your heart (damn)

I ain't know it was "Waze", G (hehe)

King just means a ruler of an independent land

So why you so offended? Cah you're not a king to me, fam

And you ain't done half the work or inherited that shit from rite of birth

So maybe you just say it cah it works, or

Maybe 'cause you isn't on your world tour

And you can't take the fame, you're just offline and that you're home, bored

Stupid boy, you're Stormzy, you shouldn't be pullin' up at no doors

But when my- grab the kitchen, you weren't tryna go forward, and so forth (let's go)

All of this, just because of "Waze" and "I dunno"?

I can't lie, used to think you're safe but I dunno (damn)

Is he a driller or is he a gangster rapper? I dunno

He said use his pen to skeng but now he pullin' up at homes, ooh

Niggas is emotional, you're not my ex, miss me (skrrt)

Anybody comin' to take my life's comin' with me (let's go)

I'ma serve you humble pie and teach you 'bout your history

I can't count on one hand how much man have dissed me (it's too much)

I thought it's black lives matter, what you sayin'? Mine don't?

"Let's catch him 'fore he touches mic", why? You know I'm cold

Ride today, march tomorrow, it's confusin'

At this rate, it's like I'm black and he's black, but in a way darker place (haha)

Fake arse activist, stop it, you're hardly 2Pac

Jesus didn't die to save us all for you to do that

Said you're gonna finish me

Bar-for-bar on the world stage

But when it's sticky I'm the blu-tack or the superglue

You heard I got tunes for you, then trust me, that was super-true (mm)

Pullin' up with strangers, boy, it's just between me and you

I said on "Hear Dis", "When my bro gets home, I pray he don't do time again"

What did you want him to do to you? When he's on license for a 'nappin' (facts)

What? Was you gon' Pop Smoke me if I was lackin'?

Every year, a new Judas, now it's you, imagine

C's up, cool, calm, collective, not erratic (woo)

Know your role, know your lane, furthermore, stay in your place

They coulda done a Gucci Mane, if we was ever in The States

I would rather fill a page than tell my nigga fill his gage

'Cause trust me, I prefer it when he's here, don't want him in a cage (trust)

Imagine me fallin' out with rappers, sharin' their addresses (snakes)

I could name three inbetweeners that would sure be stressin'

Finish who? On what mic? I got Mike stressin'

Birthplace, Shellington Crescent, King's get beheaded, uh

30

Daily duppy, yo

Like, why always me? Uh

Kinda feel like Mario Balotelli

Boy, you're just a student, not the prefect

Boy, I don't like your attitude, it's smelly

Like, how many times have I stood my ground

When these MCs chest up like they ready?

I raised that bar, don't forget who's sensei

What you want? Arms? Don't forget leg day

Grime in my core, uh

Like, I know who's dead, it's not grime, listen

2020, I was on my OVO shit, like, trust me, October is mine

I hate when these MC's step outta line

Fuck a machine, don't care if you're signed

To anyone saying they're the kings of anything

Trust, that's you lot's kings, not mine

Happy birthday me (yeah)

My B-day, you'll get birthday beats (yeah)

Can't lie, I don't really like MCs (no)

Catch 22 cah I like MCing

Like, listen, I'm a big man but I'm not, yeah

Can't spit that one there anymore

Man wish that I weren't here anymore

But I'm still here, hairlines still at the front of my head

They ain't sittin' in my chair anymore

Grime scene saviour, we know who that is (yeah)

Every five years, gotta pop up and stop man capping (uh)

Fifteen years, straight snappin'

Primary school, I went chess club

Fake friend, checkmate, them man cannot outthink me (never)

Hate when I gotta kill an MC in front of everyone, it makes half the scene move kinky (uh)

Actin' like they can't see me, I know they hear me

Ain't gotta be a badman for man to fear me

They ask what I do for a living, well, touch mic and get lairy

I could daily duppy, duppy daily

Fuck you, pay me, pay me, fuck you 'cause you crazy

Load it, lock it, off the safety

Launch the rocket, that's my son but not my baby

Stardog, all these spitters are skunked (licked)

Them man couldn't even spin me drunk (nope)

Tryna get high like Bob, not high like Snoop so I'm smokin' sess for lunch

Can't have pagans knowing where you sleep (nope)

Trust me, moving house is not cheap (nope)

Me, I get money off lines, not money off a line, so of course I be touchin' the beat

You'll get touched, how you mean?

Ayy, boy, ya see it? Ya seen?

Favourite acronym, "C.R.E.A.M"

Them boy there can't fool me, foolery (mad)

Spin an MC out his jewellery

Dunno why they think they wanna clash until it's time to clash, this shit is not new to me

Fuck gettin' back to the way things were, can't tek man for a used-to-be

Cah I love when they tag me in petrol station vids or petrol station pics

Yo, pay me, I'll make your petrol station lit

Get Shelley and petrol station Chip

Governor of this petrol station ting

Better stay out my way, this phase I'm in

No mercy, I'll piss on the grave you're in

Believe that (brrt), yo

Late nights bored in lockdown, reading my YouTube comments and checkin' reaction vids

Plus, Two Twos Podcast, dun know, everybody know that I got bars

But, but, but some people's opinions seem so biased

Gotta get to the bottom of the reasons

Probably got a cousin or sister, ex gyal or baby mum I might have been beatin'

I jumped in the Add' Lee, the driver looked back and saw me

Turned 'round and just turned the radio off

It was a pagan playin', told him "I ain't in my feelings, play it"

Never been a bum but I'm cheeky

Man don't want this graffiti, it's art when it's spraying

Fifteen years in this ting, got the thickest of skin, give a fuck what people are sayin'

Yeah, you better celebrate that (mm)

Chip turned 30, celebrate that

Everyday B-day, where the cake at?

Yo

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pre-order my tape, love

Yeah

Fuck, I'm turnin' 30 and it's makin' me sick, G

Just thinkin' why I haven't got a wife and a pickney

This penthouse is nice, but need a house in the sticks, B, literally

They never told me that this rap ting would come with pain

It's hard bein' famous when your brothers ain't

What would life be like in another lane?

You see a rap scene, me, I see the Hunger Games

It's Wray Neph' and weed until my stomach aches, uh

Like, fuck a city girl when the city's wild

Just pedal-biking tryna find my inner child

Gangster rap poppin', still ain't no type beat I can't slot in

Cah wavy and cool still in style, uh

A rock and a hard place, are you in between it?

You see, there's good vers' evil and the in-betweeners

How many times can Chippy tell you he don't trap?

The same amount of times these rappers tell you they sell crack

I'm back in my own bag, I plug in my own jack

And I'll get my own back cah I got my own back

You don't believe in karma, well you should becah it helps

Anyone who ever robbed me got it worse from someone else

And any gyal who done me dirty, life sucks now

If you're a goodun, why'd your baby daddy bust out?

I need a God-fearing gyal who's gonna pray for my survival

If men are trash, cool, safe, gyal are recycled

Sin inside my eyeballs, I need to read The Bible

Smokin' on this ital, higher than the Eiffel Tower

I'll run out of bars when the sky falls

And James Bond is black and Kanan's resurrected in POWER

And I ain't even sayin' that I dropped the blueprint

But if I drop dead today, I left a lot of music

About a penny for my thoughts, I need M's for these bars

'Cause this game would be knackered without my two pence

And I ain't got no rap songs 'bout who my knife went in

So sorry darg, you might not relate when I'm pennin', but

Follow my trail, I'll teach you how to not go to jail

But get it from sales, just start when you're younger, it helps

And don't smoke skunk if your brain can't hack it

'Cause I've seen broccoli turn man cabbage

I've seen good youts just turn savage

Sick of gettin' bullied, so he backs it out and shoves it in your stomach

Now the hood's fearin' him, that's how it happens

Repertoire for badness, he left ketchup on your canvas

Trust me, Harringey's a madness

And all these quotes are elaborate

I've been in the lab with cold Sarsaparilla and a mad spliff

'90's babies all came through, but I'm the captain

Killin' off my brain cells, I still gotta bill it fam

At Black's funeral, just cryin' buckets with Skinnyman

Being Black in England, it's like you're born in debt

Is there more to life than born, paid bills and dead? Uh

I feel like Sway cah I just haven't got the answers

My deepest thoughts with two hands on a casket

Thinkin' I'm a chief made me paro 'til I fuckin' buy a piece

Trust me, I will go to war for my peace

Dunno why I still look young, I barely even sleep

Forgot it was her B-day, had to blame it on the weed

I got an ounce on me, I smoke MCs, bounce on beats

You're a king in what castle? You'll get bounced on, B

I got smoke for anybody lookin' clout from me

As you've seen, dickhead

You wanna cheer for someone else, huh?

True, I've been here so long and still entering the charts

My own peers don't even wanna tell me "Well done"

Better wish me "Well done", cah pussy, I ain't well done

I don't know why it's called United Kingdom

Cah this place ain't united or a kingdom

This place don't embrace kids of immigrants unless they're famous

You choose, embrace the fake love or die nameless

When I get my Sony masters back, I'm up, trust me

Own most my other masters, ahk, they can't bump me

If I put these all on the wall, it would look lovely

But I keep my plaques on the floor cah I'm still hungry

Starvin' Marvin', barrin'

I was fully here since them boy there wasn't half in

It's all fun and games until my pen gets to clarting

Cah I was born in marriage but trust, I'm still a bastard with it

Nasty lyrics, this is confidence, not narcissism

Rarse the riddim, bun it like a zoot from start to finish, uh

Like, what you mad about, darg?

Guess you mad about bars cah I'm mad about bars