Phenomenon

By Chip

On London Boy

Released on December 25, 2012

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[Chip]

I met this posh chick in district, she was on the E

Said she love Tinie Tempah but she can’t stand me

20 man deep, put on for the team

Pull up on the red carpet, stinking of green

You wanna test me? Come

You niggas ain’t fucking with me, I’m a nun

My wrist game be a confusing one

‘Cause my Rolex smart but my Hublot dumb

I’m an educated nigga, can you say the same?

A’s in class, never sold class A

Know niggas with degrees, still can’t get a job

If keys open doors what’s the price on the box?

I'm fronting for my niggas, shit I’m talking bait

North side niggas still good on my estate

And I be doing shit that my city never seen

Word to Big it’s all a dream, now I’m rapping with the greats

I be sliding with my nigga, driving on a band

The way we getting cheese got me smiling to the cam

So I don’t want drama with none of you actors

Way bigger fish to fry than you snappers

Everyone’s a gangsta, somebody lying

Bare rap beef, nobody dying

Niggas say my name for views, don’t try it

I just get the money, I don’t be the client

You don’t want shrooms, we go blind over here

Stop the beat, rip you out your seat, musical chairs

State side, yeah they love my accent over there

And I ain’t got swag my nigga, I got flare

And I ain’t dropped a single but a nigga stayed hot

And I don’t need to name drop to make my tape pop

So fuck these hating ass niggas, don’t want it

I’ma motherfuck her pussy, bet your baby mother on it