[Verse 1: Krept]
I feel like Man United with the treble
And Chip made it out the T cah he's a different kettle
Niggas think I lost it with the rap, well I got scores to settle
Like 'level' backward, I'm still levels, it's disrespectful
We been grinding, never took a day off
Copped a new whizz but my house messy cah my maid in Lagos
How many lines did they cross? I kinda like the chaos
I had to offset my account so that the grind could take off
Niggas tryna stunt on me in whips until we open throttle
Kate Moss, them niggas tryna flex with the older models
They see us, they make AU like the golden bottles
Fuck you, pay me like I own a brothel
It's different here, I'm with some billionaires, I had to break the rules
And I'm the only black one here like the eight in pool
They're tryna stop me, is this April fools?
If you wanna block me, you'll have to ask China to make the wall
They said they don't like me, I don't like me as well
Thinks I'm a dickhead so I'm due to put one right in his girl
Not a joke, you think I won't but only timing will tell
I really would, like that word, you kinda silent with L's
They talk about my business then they start doing a mash
Nala's mum sold one percent for like two hundred bags
Okay, let's rewind, deuce had a few in the mag
Had a stick in the car like he's got blue on the badge
Put it in her tummy, you should see the way she suck me
She ain't scared of the top but she's scared of heights so it's funny
That bitch asking me for sex toys in the Culli
So I gave her the bullet in the car like Sully
This is Chip and Tally, this is fine dining
This is Mike Tyson boxing Mike Tyson
Who the fuck you side eyeing?
Get 'em at the right timing
Made it to the top and now he's skydiving
Separate ourselves and put down white lining
Running up the steps with this, make it so effortless
Freezer when I check the wrist, Serena with the tennis'
Had your girl drinking out the bottle in my premises
She put that spirit in her like The Exorcist
Had her in the lobby like a receptionist
Got on top, now she can do all the work cah I'm a feminist
Tell her "Take time", she a perfectionist
She wanna make a film, I'll show that bitch what a director is
Want smoke boy? You know where my section is
Don't make a scene round my niggas, make sure you're respecting them
They'll stick it in you for that reaction like an Epipen
Eesh, disturbing the peace
Call me Jimmy Donaldson, I know you missed the beast
They woke him up
Twenty deep, we roll in trucks
Get the V, we chauffered up
Put them rappers in a spliff then roll them up
[Verse 2: Chip]
One hand on this pen fam
Other on my spliff, like who am I smoking on, it's them man
Rappers but they're acting, see my methods, turn you red man
Let it spray, you'll be a dead man
Ain't no why when I stretch man
There's said way or sad way, there's rappers in my ashtray
Sorry if you catch strays, it's like that on a bad day
Me, I ain't a spitters, I'm a slappers, I'm a clappers
Need to pick a baby mum, I've been a father to these rappers
Me and Krept on the mic, that's like Tyson and Tyson
Or M Bison and M Bison, he ain't no Ryu, you be lying
Pen it up and shoot, can't let them style me crazy
Chippy on boots, he like Nala's Baby
Hybrid, it's electric when I'm shocking all their plans
Still you'll get this unleaded, I got more in my tank
I'm addicted to dank but I ain't talking to a therapist or FRANK
Cah thoughts turn money in the bank
My run in 2015 like the Gunners 03-04 akh
That's straight wins or draws akh
That's spitters on the floor akh
What, can't take no more akh?
Cool, say no more fam
They're like "He don't run outta words and he can slide on any beat"
But nigga facts, I got classics that will live longer than me
I see rappers wifing women, ain't know other rappers beat
I'm like "Better you than me"
I got this microphone, I'm sweet
I'm like Ronaldinho with this pen, I got mad tricks
But tell them cocky kids that I'm still in the field, active
I don't do no bench press, when I gym it's nastics
Aggro acrobatics, slap it, make you backflip
Course I'm fucking proud of this scene and where it's come to
Think of all the rappers on the scene I helped to come through
Sitting here like "Has it come to this?", Streets sample
You ain't a real king if you cannot protect your castle
Fuck the fake flowers
I get all of mine in rose, straight karat
Bored of rap beef, meet in Dover, go to Paris
You one-type beat rappers, you should be embarrassed
When the in sound changes, you'll vanish
Bars took us round the world, we ain't no shoulda woulda couldas
Check grandma in the T, I feel like milk and three sugars
Out in Hollywood, me and my peoples
Mix bad and boujee, we the Migos
Now check my stats, are you backwards?
Even if you're backwards, check the stats
They're still the stats and that's just like 'stats' backwards
Never quitting rap becah I do this for the thrill
They count the records that I sold, I count the rappers that I killed
Since "Go Down South", me and bro still going
Every other year, it's like the lawn needs mowing
Rap game, snakes in the grass still showing
But God got us and we know it
