Chip - 0420 (R.I.P Black the Ripper) lyrics

Ayo, mate pull your trousers up, your
Arsehole's hangin' out, man
Ha ha haha virus187
Gotta light one to this uh, listen

Look,  I seen OG rappers turn
To online chatters
Look, if Chippy does retire
Bet he's goin' out snappin'
I've been sittin' thinkin' life
Death and survival
They on the other of thirty-five
And still tryna be viral
Got the message that my uncle died
Couple hours later, Ashley at
My door knockin'
Opened up said "Black the Ripper died"
Good Friday just around the corner
This is not a vibe
I can't lie, I probably need a hug
But it's Corona times
The mandem's number three in the charts
Everyone congratulatin' but I'm numb
As a rass
I was damagin' my lungs before this virus
Darg but Black said light it when he
Dies, that's why I'm bunning it, darg
Got fourteen grams in the jar
I put like two in a zoot
I know millionaires who started from
A two and a Q
Shotters who don't touch buj just 'cah
They seen what it do
But, I got nothin' against shotters
Fam I still buy food so listen good
I tell niggas miss Chip with
All that real nigga shit
When everyone's got different definitions
Of what real is, uh
Don't keep no jewels in your house
I'm just droppin' gems i'm paranoid
But grew up in the ends
Where niggas rob they friends
You're bad or only bad for who you bad for
But that's all I see with these niggas
So fuck the rap wars
Look around and I see sheep
Lambs for slaughter i'm tryna read more
Have less sex and drink water
Our father, whom heart cah mine's halfer
Torn between seein' a therapist or a pastor
Think about it, Heaven or Hell
What would you rather?
I've lost friends I still hope to
See in this life after
Give a fuck about a bitch
Booty poppin' for the 'Gram
I'm at home plottin', load it, shoot
It, pop it with a plan, uh
Girls tellin' me that I need
Sleep, I be like thanks, the irony
Tell me have you heard Insomnia? It bangs
They can hate me but can never
Say my heart isn't clean
When Bugzy came off his bike
I closed my hands on my
Knees and prayed for him
Like, "Lord, stay with him, " I
Came off a bike too
In mad ways related to him
Half the industry grudgeful
Me I'm out here grudgeless
I've had war behind the scenes and
I've took stones in public
Times I felt down and out like
"Why does everybody hate Chip?"
I wouldn't change shit, cah now
I know who everybody is, uh
See, they were movin' funny then
They wanna bill it now
That's the type of shit that make me
Wish that Black was still around
Thinking 'bout we was out
In Trini eatin' soursop
I turned the lemons into lemonade
But this is sour, ahk
Mixtapes sellin' North side
Reppin' worldwide
Steppin' battle emcees, I batter a beat
The baton back up in my hand
But I been battlin' grief
That is the reaper 'round the corner
I don't wanna go to sleep, nah
London boy, I told them the word
Rappers in therapy i keep a pen to kill off
My paigons and clear my energies
Try acupuncture, try reiki, try, tsk, blud
When the pain's this deep inside
There ain't no remedies
Black passed on the fourth month in
The twentieth year of this millenium
It's spiritual, I'm tellin' you
I feel like 4
20 won't ever be the same for me as
Long as I'm alive, when I light it
I'll remember him
The Lord is my shepherd, no sword, no weapon
That form shall prosper on this course
Ancestors in force help me Luke Skywalk
Lightsaber for a pen
I'll Obi Wan a Darth Maul
Tatted the word "pain" because
I'm stuck with it
Black told me "Stick it", I stuck it
Rhythm and the Rizla, I'm bunnin' it
I see online they bringin' me my flowers
Now of course
If I could book a flight and leave tonight
I swear I'd bring you yours
Rest in peace, my bro

Hmm cash Motto, Dank Of England, 4L
See, I know what a real friend is, someone
That has your back right or wrong
Highs or lows trust me man, when certain man
Were movin' funny, Black never
Ever switched up on me rest in peace, my bro