Chip - Foul lyrics
[Chip - Foul lyrics]
I never once said fuck grime
The clock kept ticking I just
Moved with the times
I'm smarter that's why I do better
So don't act clever
The in sound changed I never
I MC on anything I want
I spit on something wack
And make it something hot
I got everything these MCs slightly want
So not one of you noughts
Could ever make me cross
My mouth wasn't born with a silver spoon in
Not everybody made it in the hood I grew in
I'm still so young but I've achieved so much
It probably hurts a lot of
Grown men see me moving
As for the little boys
Well they're just little boys
I got a massive buzz
You're making little noise
I love all my fans especially the girls
And to everyone that loves me
I love me as well
This beat is Foul deserves two yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
With each and every bar this beat is Foul
Deserves two yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
With each and every bar pS I'm a star
I'm a shampoo above ya
Yeah head and shoulders
I'm tryna be the coolest
They're tryna be the roadest
Lyin' for the camera
Thought I wouldn't notice internet G's
B-B-BOGUS i'm super duper cool
I am never on a hype i'm super duper fly
All they know is Nike
I come through in a turtle neck
Plain but nice
Peep down the side you see a tiny red stripe
All I really know how to be is myself
I never try changing my image just to sell
I wanted to be famous
I wanted lost of trainers used to
See up for a pair now I buy the whole shelf
A lot of things have changed
Since back in the days
The best chat-up line I got now is my face
One man soldier, I'm in my own lane
So beatin' me's impossible
Joining me's the same
This beat is Foul deserves two yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
With each and every bar this beat is Foul
Deserves two yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
(Let me cut the voice
Check, check it, listen)
I'm not a postman prick
I don't need to know what your postcode is
And don't tell me you're on your ting
Nigga I ain't tryna know what your ting is
See the greeze talk I ain't tryna listen
Munks steppin' up, they wanna diss 'im!
But, you can't ask the last man who violated
What happened cah coincidentally he's missing
I'm just saying i am not playing
I mean we ain't playing we are A R
And yous are just aren'ts as in are nots
You're not G's you're not flee
Certainly you're not me
So don't diss me if you
Can't make a better song
And if it ain't 'CM' you
Got the letters wrong
Cash motivations we go hard
Fuck the alphabet minus A R
This beat is Foul
Deserves two yellow cards, go on
Send it off I'm going hard
With each and every bar g this beat is Foul
Deserves ten yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
Nigga fuck you I'm a star
The clock kept ticking I just
Moved with the times
I'm smarter that's why I do better
So don't act clever
The in sound changed I never
I MC on anything I want
I spit on something wack
And make it something hot
I got everything these MCs slightly want
So not one of you noughts
Could ever make me cross
My mouth wasn't born with a silver spoon in
Not everybody made it in the hood I grew in
I'm still so young but I've achieved so much
It probably hurts a lot of
Grown men see me moving
As for the little boys
Well they're just little boys
I got a massive buzz
You're making little noise
I love all my fans especially the girls
And to everyone that loves me
I love me as well
This beat is Foul deserves two yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
With each and every bar this beat is Foul
Deserves two yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
With each and every bar pS I'm a star
I'm a shampoo above ya
Yeah head and shoulders
I'm tryna be the coolest
They're tryna be the roadest
Lyin' for the camera
Thought I wouldn't notice internet G's
B-B-BOGUS i'm super duper cool
I am never on a hype i'm super duper fly
All they know is Nike
I come through in a turtle neck
Plain but nice
Peep down the side you see a tiny red stripe
All I really know how to be is myself
I never try changing my image just to sell
I wanted to be famous
I wanted lost of trainers used to
See up for a pair now I buy the whole shelf
A lot of things have changed
Since back in the days
The best chat-up line I got now is my face
One man soldier, I'm in my own lane
So beatin' me's impossible
Joining me's the same
This beat is Foul deserves two yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
With each and every bar this beat is Foul
Deserves two yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
(Let me cut the voice
Check, check it, listen)
I'm not a postman prick
I don't need to know what your postcode is
And don't tell me you're on your ting
Nigga I ain't tryna know what your ting is
See the greeze talk I ain't tryna listen
Munks steppin' up, they wanna diss 'im!
But, you can't ask the last man who violated
What happened cah coincidentally he's missing
I'm just saying i am not playing
I mean we ain't playing we are A R
And yous are just aren'ts as in are nots
You're not G's you're not flee
Certainly you're not me
So don't diss me if you
Can't make a better song
And if it ain't 'CM' you
Got the letters wrong
Cash motivations we go hard
Fuck the alphabet minus A R
This beat is Foul
Deserves two yellow cards, go on
Send it off I'm going hard
With each and every bar g this beat is Foul
Deserves ten yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
Nigga fuck you I'm a star