30

Daily duppy, yo

Like, why always me? Uh

Kinda feel like Mario Balotelli

Boy, you′re just a student, not the prefect

Boy, I don't like your attitude, it′s smelly

Like, how many times have I stood my ground

When these MCs chest up like they ready?

I raised that bar, don't forget who's sensei

What you want? Arms? Don′t forget leg day

Grime in my core, uh

Like, I know who′s dead, it's not grime, listen

2020, I was on my OVO shit, like, trust me, October is mine

I hate when these MC′s step outta line

Fuck a machine, don't care if you′re signed

To anyone saying they're the kings of anything

Trust, that′s you lot's kings, not mine

Happy birthday me (yeah)

My B-day, you'll get birthday beats (yeah)

Can′t lie, I don′t really like MCs (no)

Catch 22 cah I like MCing

Like, listen, I'm a big man but I′m not, yeah

Can't spit that one there anymore

Man wish that I weren′t here anymore

But I'm still here, hairlines still at the front of my head

They ain′t sittin' in my chair anymore

Grime scene saviour, we know who that is (yeah)

Every five years, gotta pop up and stop man capping (uh)

Fifteen years, straight snappin'

Primary school, I went chess club

Fake friend, checkmate, them man cannot outthink me (never)

Hate when I gotta kill an MC in front of everyone, it makes half the scene move kinky (uh)

Actin′ like they can′t see me, I know they hear me

Ain't gotta be a badman for man to fear me

They ask what I do for a living, well, touch mic and get lairy

I could daily duppy, duppy daily

Fuck you, pay me, pay me, fuck you ′cause you crazy

Load it, lock it, off the safety

Launch the rocket, that's my son but not my baby

Stardog, all these spitters are skunked (licked)

Them man couldn′t even spin me drunk (nope)

Tryna get high like Bob, not high like Snoop so I'm smokin′ sess for lunch

Can't have pagans knowing where you sleep (nope)

Trust me, moving house is not cheap (nope)

Me, I get money off lines, not money off a line, so of course I be touchin' the beat

You′ll get touched, how you mean?

Ayy, boy, ya see it? Ya seen?

Favourite acronym, "C.R.E.A.M"

Them boy there can′t fool me, foolery (mad)

Spin an MC out his jewellery

Dunno why they think they wanna clash until it's time to clash, this shit is not new to me

Fuck gettin′ back to the way things were, can't tek man for a used-to-be

Cah I love when they tag me in petrol station vids or petrol station pics

Yo, pay me, I′ll make your petrol station lit

Get Shelley and petrol station Chip

Governor of this petrol station ting

Better stay out my way, this phase I'm in

No mercy, I′ll piss on the grave you're in

Believe that (brrt), yo

Late nights bored in lockdown, reading my YouTube comments and checkin' reaction vids

Plus, Two Twos Podcast, dun know, everybody know that I got bars

But, but, but some people′s opinions seem so biased

Gotta get to the bottom of the reasons

Probably got a cousin or sister, ex gyal or baby mum I might have been beatin′

I jumped in the Add' Lee, the driver looked back and saw me

Turned ′round and just turned the radio off

It was a pagan playin', told him "I ain′t in my feelings, play it"

Never been a bum but I'm cheeky

Man don′t want this graffiti, it's art when it's spraying

Fifteen years in this ting, got the thickest of skin, give a fuck what people are sayin′

Yeah, you better celebrate that (mm)

Chip turned 30, celebrate that

Everyday B-day, where the cake at?

Yo

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pre-order my tape, love

Yeah

Fuck, I′m turnin' 30 and it′s makin' me sick, G

Just thinkin′ why I haven't got a wife and a pickney

This penthouse is nice, but need a house in the sticks, B, literally

They never told me that this rap ting would come with pain

It′s hard bein' famous when your brothers ain't

What would life be like in another lane?

You see a rap scene, me, I see the Hunger Games

It′s Wray Neph′ and weed until my stomach aches, uh

Like, fuck a city girl when the city's wild

Just pedal-biking tryna find my inner child

Gangster rap poppin′, still ain't no type beat I can′t slot in

Cah wavy and cool still in style, uh

A rock and a hard place, are you in between it?

You see, there's good vers′ evil and the in-betweeners

How many times can Chippy tell you he don't trap?

The same amount of times these rappers tell you they sell crack

I'm back in my own bag, I plug in my own jack

And I′ll get my own back cah I got my own back

You don′t believe in karma, well you should becah it helps

Anyone who ever robbed me got it worse from someone else

And any gyal who done me dirty, life sucks now

If you're a goodun, why′d your baby daddy bust out?

I need a God-fearing gyal who's gonna pray for my survival

If men are trash, cool, safe, gyal are recycled

Sin inside my eyeballs, I need to read The Bible

Smokin′ on this ital, higher than the Eiffel Tower

I'll run out of bars when the sky falls

And James Bond is black and Kanan′s resurrected in POWER

And I ain't even sayin' that I dropped the blueprint

But if I drop dead today, I left a lot of music

About a penny for my thoughts, I need M′s for these bars

′Cause this game would be knackered without my two pence

And I ain't got no rap songs ′bout who my knife went in

So sorry darg, you might not relate when I'm pennin′, but

Follow my trail, I'll teach you how to not go to jail

But get it from sales, just start when you′re younger, it helps

And don't smoke skunk if your brain can't hack it

′Cause I′ve seen broccoli turn man cabbage

I've seen good youts just turn savage

Sick of gettin′ bullied, so he backs it out and shoves it in your stomach

Now the hood's fearin′ him, that's how it happens

Repertoire for badness, he left ketchup on your canvas

Trust me, Harringey′s a madness

And all these quotes are elaborate

I've been in the lab with cold Sarsaparilla and a mad spliff

'90′s babies all came through, but I′m the captain

Killin' off my brain cells, I still gotta bill it fam

At Black′s funeral, just cryin' buckets with Skinnyman

Being Black in England, it′s like you're born in debt

Is there more to life than born, paid bills and dead? Uh

I feel like Sway cah I just haven′t got the answers

My deepest thoughts with two hands on a casket

Thinkin' I'm a chief made me paro ′til I fuckin′ buy a piece

Trust me, I will go to war for my peace

Dunno why I still look young, I barely even sleep

Forgot it was her B-day, had to blame it on the weed

I got an ounce on me, I smoke MCs, bounce on beats

You're a king in what castle? You′ll get bounced on, B

I got smoke for anybody lookin' clout from me

As you′ve seen, dickhead

You wanna cheer for someone else, huh?

True, I've been here so long and still entering the charts

My own peers don′t even wanna tell me "Well done"

Better wish me "Well done", cah pussy, I ain't well done

I don't know why it′s called United Kingdom

Cah this place ain′t united or a kingdom

This place don't embrace kids of immigrants unless they′re famous

You choose, embrace the fake love or die nameless

When I get my Sony masters back, I'm up, trust me

Own most my other masters, ahk, they can′t bump me

If I put these all on the wall, it would look lovely

But I keep my plaques on the floor cah I'm still hungry

Starvin′ Marvin', barrin'

I was fully here since them boy there wasn′t half in

It′s all fun and games until my pen gets to clarting

Cah I was born in marriage but trust, I'm still a bastard with it

Nasty lyrics, this is confidence, not narcissism

Rarse the riddim, bun it like a zoot from start to finish, uh

Like, what you mad about, darg?

Guess you mad about bars cah I′m mad about bars