0420
(专辑: Snakes & Ladders - 2021)
Ayo, mate Pull your trousers up, your arsehole's hanging out, man Hahahaha Virus187 Gotta light one to this Uh, listen Look, I
seen OG rappers turn to online chatters Look, if Chippy does retire, bet he's going out snapping I've been sitting thinking life, death and survival They on the
other of thirty-five and still tryna be viral Got the
message that my uncle died Couple hours later, Ashley at my door knocking, opened up said "Black the
Ripper died" Good Friday just around the
corner, this is not a
vibe I
can't lie, I
probably need a
hug, but it's Corona times The
mandem's number three in the
charts Everyone congratulating but I'm numb as a
rass I
was damaging my lungs before this virus, darg But Black said light it when he dies, that's why I'm bunning it, darg Got fourteen grams in the
jar, I
put like two in a
zoot I
know millionaires who started from a
two and a Q
Shotters who don't touch buj just 'cah they seen what it do But I
got nothing against shotters, fam I
still buy food So listen good, I
tell niggas miss Chip with all that real nigga shit When everyone's got different definitions of what real is, uh Don't keep no jewels in your house, I'm just dropping gems I'm paranoid, but grew up in the
ends where niggas rob they friends You're bad or only bad for who you bad for But that's all I
see with these niggas, so fuck the
rap wars Look around and I
see sheep, lambs for slaughter I'm tryna read more, have less sex and drink water Our father, whom heart cah mine's halfer Torn between seeing a
therapist or a
pastor Think about it, Heaven or Hell, what would you rather? I've lost friends I
still hope to see in this life after Give a
fuck about a
bitch booty popping for the
'Gram I'm at home plotting, load it, shoot it, pop it with a
plan, uh Girls telling me that I
need sleep, I
be like thanks, the
irony Tell me have you heard Insomnia? It bangs They can hate me but can never say my heart isn't clean When Bugzy came off his bike, I
closed my hands on my knees and prayed for him Like, "Lord, stay with him," I
came off a
bike too, in mad ways related to him Half the
industry grudgeful, me I'm out here grudgeless I've had war behind the
scenes and I've took stones in public Times I
felt down and out like, "Why does everybody hate Chip?" I
wouldn't change shit, cah now I
know who everybody is, uh See, they were moving funny then they wanna bill it now That's the
type of shit that make me wish that Black was still around Thinking 'bout we was out in Trini eating soursop I
turned the
lemons into lemonade but this is sour, ahk Mixtapes selling North side, repping worldwide Stepping battle emcees, I
batter a
beat The
baton back up in my hand, but I
been battling grief That is the
reaper 'round the
corner, I
don't wanna go to sleep, nah London boy, I
told them the
word, rappers in therapy I
keep a
pen to kill off my paigons and clear my energies Try acupuncture, try reiki, try, tsk, blud When the
pain's this deep inside, there ain't no remedies Black passed on the
fourth month in the
twentieth year of this millenium It's spiritual, I'm telling you I
feel like 4/20 won't ever be the
same for me as long as I'm alive, when I
light it, I'll remember him The
Lord is my shepherd, no sword, no weapon That form shall prosper on this course, ancestors in force help me Luke Skywalk Lightsaber for a
pen, I'll Obi-Wan a
Darth Maul Tatted the
word "pain" because I'm stuck with it Black told me "Stick it", I
stuck it Rhythm and the
Rizla, I'm bunning it I
see online they bringing me my flowers, now of course If I
could book a
flight and leave tonight, I
swear I'd bring you yours Rest in peace, my bro Hmm Cash Motto, Dank Of England, 4L See, I
know what a
real friend is, someone that has your back right or wrong, highs or lows Trust me man, when certain man were moving funny, Black never, ever switched up on me Rest in peace, my bro