[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
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