Daily Duppy - CHIP

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How long I been rappin'?

Chip been snappin'

Diss me, I diss myself better, B-Rabbit

Gaucho, I get my steak with some veg' but I never had my beef and came out

cabbaged

Chip don’t have it, oh, he’s savage

Pot belly on me, yeah the champs' do damage

Best friend moved to LA, said he saw the bigger picture and he ain’t on the mic,

he trappin'

I ain’t oblivious to scales in the room

Boy it’s piff when I spit off the scale when I boom

Big Chip got the wave, you got the plague, I pray please God keep us out the

same rooms

Cah I’m about the good vibes, good life, tryna have a good time

Good guy but tell you what the hood’s like

You must’ve thought I’m a do it by the book guy

I’ma get the money by rook or crook like

I was in the mud, had to climb up for fresh air

Why you think it’s mic' corn when they step here

Chip’s gonna run out of bars, not even next year

Why is it they wanna see you fall when you get there?

Get where?

Get here, money or they get aired

Text Ash like, «yo fam has the cheque cleared?»

Boy I ain’t got a leng but I got a pen

I make a hundred in a year and only drop ten

Niggas can’t gun me

Raskit like Dizzee, nobody spun me

Step correct when I push, gotta love it, haters wan' touch him

This chain Cuban, security Russian

I ain’t taking no chances

Stand still, see the diamonds just dancin'

Give gyally champagne, more glasses

Couple dry mout' gyal just glancin', what drink?

Not askin'

It’s cool babe, hold this

Don’t drink if your body can’t hold it

LP, Dom P, I’m on my grown shit

You a wifey or thot babe, own it, it’s cool, I condone it

My mind been zoning, the weed shop that I go stays open

I got a few addictions but I’m coping

Like, sometimes I wanna quit smoking

Nah, fuck that, I’m rolling, I’m fucking bipolar

I don’t need diagnosing, I own up

I love young niggas chatting like olders

Cah boy I was twenty one feelin' grown up

Now I see the generation gap and how it’s fuckin' up the culture

Murder me a new rapper, charge it to the culture

Ain’t no pigeon 'bout to play with this vulture

I don’t get comfy, pussy I’m kosher, nobody told ya?

Uh

Been reppin', big spliff, back of the dance, two steppin'

Olders and youngers who call man a legend

Respect the R9's and CR7's

Cah Chip had tek then and got tek now

We don’t tek' chat, he’ll make a boy tek', bow

Everyobody claiming thrones, want the top chair

Stop it, the scene was poppin' before you got here

I just got haters, I ain’t got rivals

I don’t like Christmas, me, I do Guy Fawkes

Rap game, washing machine, it’s all cycles

Niggas should be spittin', they be tryna go viral

Newbies going at idols, clinical cycle

Been a while, yeah, I seen what time do

Married to the game, no homo

You wanna do ring?

Nigga you’ll see what I do

I ain’t Tyson, I don’t bite man, prep up

But I’m Tyson, I get knocked down, get up

Man know the motto, been cash, man pen up

Rap game jarring but I ain’t quite fed up

I ain’t even talkin' 'bout jarring youts

When I say fed up, I mean more food

I get the pen, start barking tunes

Stuck in your head like the Barking tune

We don’t spark, we bark these zoots

They’re no bite, we’ll bark these yutes

Who’s the young G that came through with the OG’s that can still out bar these

yutes

Sitting here with this Gelato three five

I quit rappin' before I’m three five

Your lyrical levels are knee high

Can’t kick up a beat like… like… rampin'