Chip - Hot 97 (Outro) lyrics

With all due respect
I'm one of the best in the world at rappin'
I'm from a borough where not
Many people make it happen
It's do sports or sell drugs
Or maybe make it rappin'
And baby mothers trappin', boy
You better keep a Magnum
Mappin' out routes before coupes
Came with Satnavs
Boots in my rucksack like, "Cuzzy
What's in that bag?"
Back when he would scoop me in
The Golf and take me QPR
I never thought my first half a milli
Would be from a bar in Haringey
Like, oh God, you could die tryna go shop
Niggas outside the bookies
Fiends in the phonе box
Monkey on the lobster first timе
I sat at Novikov
I'm from the hood where two pounds could
Fill you in a chicken shop
And the owners probably millionaires
You clocked it get the chicken, do the dash
We can't live where this shop is
If you ain't sharing codes
You ain't playin' fair (Woo)
I started from the bottom
I ain't stayin' there
Penthouse, the views are rare
I ain't got no problem with
No rappers from the states
You could be from any country, I'll
Still have you on a plate, uh
Niggas tryna use my name to gallop
What you talkin' 'bout? Pen time giddy up
You'll get it from this horse's mouth
It's like half the internet just
Feels safe for speakin' on
Those who want to shoot them in the face
Swiftly movin' on
I ain't need to be in the room
Full of people who don't like me
I just love seein' they face
When my tune is on
Couldn't see a rainbow in the rain like
"Where the damn sun?"
I don't play on a console
Killin' spitters how I have fun
Look, I'll rip a rapper's spirit
Right out his chest
And look him in the eye like
"Your soul is mine" on my Shang Tsung
Microphone combat, call me if it's on, ahk
I'm on back, sittin' down, talkin'
I ain't on that i am not here for applause
I'm just gon' clap you once
Still prefer a cheesy beef patty
To a chatty one world's in a crisis, I'm
At home, sittin', writin', in my zone
If you do for him what he won't do for you
Then he ain't bro
People call me this and call
Me that, just stop it, call me cold
It's injected in these flows
Don't wanna have to let you know
Thin line between stuntin' and motivatin'
If I post it, you'll be hatin'
So more time I keep my wins to myself
And now they wanna cosign
But, I've been going this hard the whole time
I never stopped believing in my uh
Yo, this is World Cup levels on the mic, uh
Back to back with J cole, like
Trust me, that was lite, uh
Look at how I'm rappin' now
I started out on grime, uh
Never see my timeout, steamin' all the time
Fuckin' sidetrackin' from the side, man
Not in my plan, go bang, I know, go hang
And you're outside fam, this is sport to me
You should stop there
Rules to the game before you got here
Top table, top chair, top tier, top label
Cash Motto
Take no bullshit and let the cash follow
Best thing I done was mix my biz with family
So no one disrespect and ask
Or ever chat to me, factually
They say no new friends
But still I made some
Better yet, some great ones
Got me changin' numbers on the fake ones
You gettin' money? Hardy har
You probably always thinkin' 'bout your
Niggas are your dargs
Just give it 10, you might relate some
From your block to the chart
Bet this shit will change you
Go from being broke to gettin' money
You can't be the same you
Like half these niggas sound the same
But they still getting change, too
Lookin' at me like I changed, cool
Think you changed too
I been through it long enough
To see the cycle
Trust me, I can teach survival, still
I'm tryna meet me idols, uh
You might see it all from
Lookin' in my eyeballs
Ain't nobody harder than me, dummy
I'm my biggest rival, uh
They say I don't get the
Accolades that I deserve
I don't give a flyin' fuck
I'm still doin' the work
Niggas want a feature cah they
Know my words are priceless
But, it's 2020, fuck it I need 20 for a verse

Gang shit