Invite Only (Freestyle)

[Intro] Yeah, it's invite only Don't call me, I'll call you This one's a celebration, man We throw birthday parties too [Verse 1] Chippy, chat to them I ain't impressed if you in your 40s—50 is next I'm not a part of the underachievers board The more time I pick up this pen... Who's going to tell kids trapping ain't cool? Who's going to tell kids stabbing ain't cool? Who's going to tell kids just stay in school? Push come shove, do what you got to do But listen, I ain't these MCs out here sniffing I ain't these MCs putting my hands on a mic, going home putting hands on women I don't really care if man's flying all tough; niggas can't style me, I know too much Most these niggas more time only bad for their friends—I don't really call that rough I don't really call that tough See through all that stuff, he ain't no G, he's just 'nuff Trolls in the comments and stuff... got to be sniff, not bud Yo, what's your legacy? 'Cause you ain't legendary, bruv Nigga, this God, not luck I be like, honestly, mind what you say about me—I'm telling you, God doesn't I don't really call my niggas when I'm just spitting, bro All this bars, not image. Huh? Chat about North Me? I truly do know who's wicked Who you going to scare just spitting? Channel it How could they blur my vision? Too nice with these words and rhythms They doing freestyle after freestyle going nowhere—sorry, it's just not given How you been rapping and trapping like 20 years straight and got one watch and no yard to the gate? Bro got a line, but a house in LA? Joke man, you ain't on par with the greats Huh, spitters on a four-four ting to the plan, not the mood I'm in Chippy got flows and he got content—pun intended Yeah, YouTube thing, like what's your MO? Walk anywhere, everyone says hello 20 man set, but somehow I glow And why these fuck niggas hitting my phone? MJ ting nah leave me alone I don't want to mix or hang, I don't want a mic if it's from your hands Yo, can't run out of bars, they need lyrics Gangsta moving like a idiot; hungry niggas doing what they do, but this in me is not a meal ticket Me, I grab the mic, they wheeling it If you grab the mic, we leaving it Cross the line, it's up and maybe stuck—nigga, I ain't really with the reasoning Veteran and got the seasoning If I pepper that, he's gone, I'm leaving it Negro in the mirror, take a good look—that's the person that you're beefing with [Interlude] These men are worse than gyal it's some joke ting Hang with anybody that's got motion Mention my name and they say what they say, but they just can't take away my things goated Come on cuz you already know that it's golden You know what I'm saying? And you already know that you're chosen But hear what I'm screaming though, man... It's GRM Daily. It's Cash Motto 15 years plus in the game—it's not easy work, you know what I'm saying? We just make this shit look easy But yo, Chip, it's your birthday Give me one more! [Verse 2] Nah, that didn't work You done your big one, that didn't murk Nigga, that's nonsense, that's not a verse This ain't MC, a man's mashing the words I don't push badness, I'm cool on the curb Still pack my bag knowing that this thing works Jealousy, it comes with a gift as a curse From 16 been about business; from 16 been about business first That's how I got up in the business first Bust from my block to the top of the charts with shammers around me, not no business nerds You can stay there thinking I'm a fool; I don't respect your gangster at all At this stage in my career, I'll quit before I clash somebody on no one's list In a battle with yourself, either way you'll win. Huh? I ain't got time for a prick Dry out niggas ain't making no drinks This life is cooked, I ain't got to put him in a Rizz Certain MCs, MC at home With all that spitting and you got no shows? All that spitting and you got no dough? Fuck boy, stop writing lines—go build one In music, I'm not your ladder or hope Crack that you're on, no Cali or Coke I'm not the seed that you want for your nose I'm not the seed that you want for your smoke I don't want to hear about Premier League, dance, or conference—this ain't 10 years ago And 10 years before that, where was you? You betta mind how you mix up lambs with... You betta mind how you mix up lambs with goats I see a joke man struggling cold Niggas flute one hit and then they plans up Teacher ain't picking everybody with the... Teacher ain't picking everybody with their hands up Put your hands down, ain't no more handouts Furthermore, just keep your hands to yourself But handle me? You can't even handle yourself It's mental health, desperation, delusion Drop your pen to sky and strangle yourself You don't want to diss from me, you need help But you think a diss from me might help It's plain to see, receiving a diss from m-we send an MC into wealth so What I look like trying to clash for a ten with a speng To reply? The price is a M I ain't gotta bother with tramps Diss me in comments start hollering back I can stay quiet though, tell him he's pants Better than Chip? No way, it's not that Better than Chip? No way, it's not facts Better than Chip? No ways, you're on crack Always a person doing the cappin', hooting online saying everyone caps I'm in a dancing tea like run up then cuz I ain't got a... but ... sure does Chipmunk I had P from 16, these niggas ain't running up nothing but gums Quit little 60 the past few months These times I ain't been studio once Everyone knows I ain't sold no ounce, but 'low me I beg you ain't sold no house. Huh? Some idiot thing, and stop bringing up dookie I've seen him since—see me outside, two decks and a mic in my hand I take part in a scene I'm in Grime scene saviour, I brought man back outside So let's leave all the cap outside I'm on a set with about 25 MCs and you're not one that we want inside I'm like, you're not one that can bring anything Are you foolish, man? When I touch mic, it's boom and bam Don't mix me with the doomed and damned Already told them I'm bored of the battling thing Where's the money at? It's not in battling him Can't battle anybody in a battle with himself—I battle with this with that I'll be battering things [Outro] Jesus Christ, man. One year older There's still no reason to get that chip off his shoulder You know what it is It's invite only. It's GRM Daily