Chip – My Crew (2013) | Track profile | Dork

Lyrics

My Crew

[Intro: DJ Drama]

A real friend is a blessing

See, real friends don’t come along that often

So when you got them keep them close to you

[Hook: Chip]

Couple brothers I’ll die for

Couple women I’ll try for

Couple niggas be hatin’ still but we just stay on our grind

What? Nigga, you broke? That’s cool, pay me no mind

Couple brothers I stand by

And they got a place in my heart

Couple brothers I’d die for

And they all know who they are

[Verse 1: Chip]

Real friends, I count those on one hand

I’ll half my plate with, I’ll share my last grand

I’ll share my hoes with but not my wifey

Enough chains in my camp, my whole crew look icy

Growing up in this cold world

Real love ain’t usual

If I passed away dead broke, they’ll chip in for my funeral

Pray I die of old age

But if someone took my life

I know three niggas that won’t sleep

Until someone else dies

Looking at my puff joes

Damn look What god done

My loved ones will eat good

That’s word to my god sons

Chicks tryna' come between my team

Oh, no, I don’t like those

You can’t fuck with my team

My circles virgin tight ho

Tell my haters Cheerio

My circle’s tight like a Cheerio

I know you hear me y'all

You hatin’ on me but you feel me though

I don’t care if you’re on beef

You can’t pick me out I’m no gherkin

Bad mind, can’t fuck with me

My granny's prayer's still working

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Skepta]

Let’s raise a toast to all the real niggas in the building

Everybody got they’re glasses high

‘Cause only real niggas in the building

Nobody else but me and my everyday G’s in my house

A couple old school friends try sleep on me

So fuck it, lights out

Now I hear these niggas sleep talking

They say that I’m main stream

Take me for Jason Derulo

Nigga I’mma slap you out of that day dream

I make g’s no surprise that they hate me

Me and my niggas on a different page

Leave them bitches on page three

What are them broke niggas gonna say to me- say to Chip?

Fuck taking a piss I’ll take a shit

Now which one of us do you aim to shoot at?

Me? Chip? Take a pic

You already know what the label is

For BBK I’ll make it flip

I told Jme put your money away

Seven niggas on a plane I’ll pay for it

They keep asking why I never let them pay

I told them don’t ask anymore

This shoe could’ve been on a different foot

I could’ve walked through a different door

Of course I’ll die for one of my everyday G’s

Why you asking me for?

Touch one piece of cotton on Jme's durag

And nigga you’ve started a war

[Hook: Chip]

Lyrics provided by LRCLIB

View full lyrics page →