Chips (feat. Francis Fall) Video (MV)

At the end of the day
The day over with
I been grinding all f*cking day
And I ain't notice it
They gon have to kill me
Dog I don't know to quit
Born with a chip on my shoulder
I grew older with
At the end of the day
The day over with
I been grinding all f*cking day
And I ain't notice it
They gon have to kill me
Dog I don't know to quit
Born with a chip on my shoulder
I grew older with

The best case is probably being a free slave
A Nigga with an attitude
I will not behave
They really tried drown us all
I seen the street wave
A sunny day the room clouded in a sweet haze
Ok now I'm blunted lets get it
You gon need more than those spirit fingers
It won't make me miss it
And if it's ever me or you
You gon know I'm narcissistic
I use a pen , I use pencil
My shit is missiles ballistic
Everything is art
Even murder can be artistic
And everyday I pray to God
Nobody order this biscuit
I heard yo flow I turned you off
Cuz all your raps unrealistic
I'm callin niggas out now
With the hope that they fix it
See you a broke nigga
You ain't got no choice but to risk it
All your stories bout the struggle
Sounding so journalistic
I promise I'm being honest
Men lie, women lie, numbers don't
It's simple economics
Can't you tell I had hooked on phonics
I ain't killer but don't push me
To send bald heads that resemble onyx
An old soul sippin gin and tonic
With a blunt full of chronic
And a bad bitch in a bonnet
I am legend
J.Smith the new Sally's Comet
Keep my name in your mouth
I hope it taste like vomit
These bars made niggas mail home comics
Only niggas in the system really know about it
All I got is my God
And my blunt I smoke about it
Make my own band
Beat my own drum
Sounding so melodic
They took Africa
And tried to make me patriotic
Don't give me less
When me and mine is Moors
They hidin knowledge
You shine cuz yo chain
I shine cuz my mind polished
Yeah

At the end of the day
The day over with
I been grinding all f*cking day
And I ain't notice it
They gon have to kill me
Dog I don't know to quit
Born with a chip on my shoulder
I grew older with
At the end of the day
The day over with
I been grinding all f*cking day
And I ain't notice it
They gon have to kill me
Dog I don't know to quit
Born with a chip on my shoulder
I grew older with

Slam like A.I. on the cover with his fro out
Get slammed like Lil Baby
When she pull up with that blow out
They know that I'm the one that they should know bout
My mama always said I was a show out
And they be tryna say that I'm a rapper
But I slam like poetry
So when I get to snappin
Mothaf*cka you know it's me
First, I jam her this Jodeci
Then I'm slamming her ovaries
Then it's out the door
I gotta slam it like Stanley Oglevee
Woah
And just like him, I'm a professor
She can get her roll on like Culpepper
And white girls can get it too
I'm not a hotepper
I like bad bitches, good girls
Hoes, heffers
I don't discriminate
But niggas they do tend to hate
Cause every time I step up in the booth
It turn to dinner date
Pass it to my dog, don't hesitate to facilitate
And I paint pictures with these words
That's why they penetrate
Yeah
I really got it
Take that sheisty off, your background is
Billie Eilish
How ironic, All they 16's be really childish
First episode they try me, I'm taking off
Pilots
Look up in my eyelids, it got pain on em
I done made it through the tide
And not a stain on em
Thank the lord that a real nigga made it through
I'm bout to catch these niggas off guard
Like they played the two
I'm talking slam