Skepta, CHIP, Young Adz — Sin City
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What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the lord, but I’m still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
Ain’t nobody, nobody fucking with my kitchen
What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the lord but I’m still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
Ain’t nobody, nobody fucking with my kitchen
I had big waps, hurt my wrist from the kick back
Click clack, pull up on them in the pitch black
Switching sides, now a nigga wanna switch back
Said I ain’t a pussy, I was talking big facts
Niggas wanna talk, niggas wanna chit-chat
On your block with four sticks like a fucking Kit-Kat
Dressed in all black, fresher than a fucking Tic Tac
Started from a eight ball, man, I had to flip that
It’s Big Smoke, I’m a lion in the jungle, need a lioness
I don’t like your attitude but I like the dress
Lights out, wild sex on the private jet
Huh, 40,000 feet man, I’m highly blessed
Touch down I’m in stu’ with the killys
YA on the mud, boy, sippy sippy
Talking psychedelics, then you know I keep it with me
Man I love the psilocybin, yeah, a nigga keep it trippy
Chippy, I got kicked outta school
Caught with a kitchen tool
Daddy looked me in my eyes
He said, «Son, this isn’t you»
Having dreams of shotting raps
Big cousin shotting crack
I said dad I wanna rap
Ca’ I want things that shotters have
Like a Avirex and lighties on sex
Little Chippy with the olders from the ends
Probably why I saw a key before a tens
Traumatic stress, when I reflect, I hold a meds
Toronto with my G, on tour, we praise the lord
College in Meridian but I knew Skep’ before
Pussy, all my niggas winning, you can check the score
Match of the day, racks on the chain, cutting a cheque for sure
They say black don’t crack, never been no coward, darg
Black and proud, no bounty, Chippy got lion bars
Rap or shot a packet, tryna get a Schott jacket
What you think, tea and crumpets?
In my manor, shots banging
Gucci slides, he a newbie in the gang
You see him ride
Jesus Christ stab him in his palm like he crucified
He ain’t hit a movie with me
Yet he don’t know how I ride
My shooter cross his arms and he got a cross eye
Diamorphine
Said the works there
Try more fiends
Outside the rehab ’til I find more fiends
I’m the reason why she got a plastic nose
I got heroine and coke for the stove
Got a bitch from Cardiff she just told me roll
R.I.P. to all the fiends that overdosed
Tell the kids don’t follow my footsteps on the road
Niggas said he got plaques, we got plaques, we got waps
You ain’t got no waps though
I’m the reason why she got a plastic nose
I got heroine, I got coke for the stove
What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the lord but I’m still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
Ain’t nobody, nobody fucking with my kitchen
What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinning
Everyday I praise the lord but I’m still sinning
Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
Ain’t nobody, nobody fucking with my kitchen
