CHIP — Good Morning Britain
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Working on my album, this is the long song I made
Got me thinking what I stand for and how far I came
Money, drugs, beef and guns man the ends will never change
These days, it ain’t even safe staying in your lane
Cause the hood gon be the hood a
Nd you shouldn’t ever judge if you ain’t lived there
If bullets fly you ain’t been there
Listen up, changed from sitting down
And talking would be awesome
Nah, fuck P S Morgan
I know mother’s mourning
There’s kids ain’t going school and girls getting shot and dying
So immune to the issues in a borough like mine
When your family’s in ends and your manners in beef
Look on, any road can be the
Wrong place wrong time
You hear of Tottenham and you think of Harry Kane
I hear of Tottenham and I think of hella pain
They told me music or football could be the course out
True how, it ain’t on sky sports when they score now
Fuck an interview,
I don’t wanna sit and talk about how I feel
Innocent girl gone now, you call that one nil
Got me flabbergasted like
Oh is that how you feel
You the type of person to probably say I ain’t real
When you spread the truth
, They wanna see you slap
Niggas wake up everyday, but they ain’t woke, they attack
Man are dissing on the high road, they had me dissing back
But my daddy always told me that’s your brother if he black
Say it loud, mans black and I’m proud
Please don’t call me no lighty, I am very James Brown
Don’t ask me what are the solutions for the town
Everybody going vegan ain’t no beef dying down,
And that’s real shit
Niggas killing niggas, still there’s racism still to do deal with
Puffin on my zoot,
I hit the booth and spit the realness
We can elevate with love and unity
Views overseas thinking about my community
Man I pray for a change gonna come
No it ain’t safe where I’m from
Niggas only feel safe with a gun
When is change gonna come
I don’t wanna raise my kids somewhere anywhere life won’t come
Pray a change gonna come
No it ain’t safe where I’m from
Niggas only feel safe with a gun
And I don’t wanna raise my kids round violence, sirens this ain’t life
Let me open up your mind
Stab or be stabbed look at the size of the knife
You didn’t see it like that right
I can’t be going mad
When even innocents are dying
Van Gogh with it boy I’m painting pictures with rhymes
I don’t know what the fuck the youth thought
London had more Ms in a month than New York
See anywhere I step, I say a prayer before I walk
The city’s always been nuts but it wasn’t this mad before
I look around, the kids are going off the rails
You can’t only blame the music, call of duty is still for sale
Heaven sent, rappers lying to the kids give em hell
I only owe… rappers who been lying to themselves
Sometimes I wanna be a father then I don’t
Cause when I look around, it’s like humanity is ghost
The era of the iPhone, there isn’t any hope
So you dead open Snapchat, before they check your post
Let the rhymes fly, will the world be better without WiFi
My brother coming home, if feels like time flies
Where did 4 years go, where did all the care go
These niggas wanna air max, see me I wanna air flows
Over the perceptions, the false conceptions
They scorn you when you move out, That’s the objective
But we’ve been oppressed with council estate morals
Were in between pride and violence
Man Dead over a squabble
Now it’s RIP pics and go fund me’s
Years past and niggas ain’t checking on your mumzy
Young people dying, let me get my pen out
Like I pray I don’t get Malcom or triple X out
And that’s real shit
Niggas killing niggas, still there’s racism still to do deal with
Puffin on my zoot, I hit the booth and spit the realness
We can elevate with love and unity
Views overseas thinking about my community
Man I pray for a change gonna come
No it ain’t safe where I’m from
Niggas only feel safe with a gun
When is change gonna come
I don’t wanna raise my kids somewhere anywhere life won’t come
Pray a change gonna come
No it ain’t safe where I’m from
Niggas only feel safe with a gun
And I don’t wanna raise my kids round violence, sirens this ain’t life