Chip - Right Now lyrics

Man are trynna get that pound Touch that town Gas that crowd Shut that down Facts in the booth on a track right now Me and my n***as on gas right now Trynna get that pound Touch that town Gas that crowd Shut that down Facts in the booth on a track right now (Aight) Me and my n***as on gas right now Two eyes on an MC, no fear Third eye open I still see clear Drop the flow, drop the code still here Drop your tape, drop your tracks who cares Last year everybody had a good year This year, next year, man’s still here Man can’t play me at musical chairs Try to test me, I clap who dares Four fours, that’s sixteen do it properly Four cars, sixteen dawgs, all got me Convoy with the gang, God still got me Bare .44 talk, no one shot me Man’s not hot still man wanna hot me I get on MC’s back, you’re on me Man wanna send, man don’t wanna clash Look, trust me, the school I’m from, blud it’s long Get, get that pound Touch that town Gas that crowd Shut that down Facts in the booth on a track right now Me and my n***as on gas right nooow Trynna get that pound Touch that town Gas that crowd Shut that down Facts in the booth on a track right now Me and my n***as on gas right nooow Yeah, man still don’t care tho You can’t hear, man will drill those air holes Man’s not scared, don’t feel no fear no Been away, but I’m gonna k** this year bro k** is clear, man spit facts innit, facts Man had to adlib it Lights out in a dance It’s either me or Batman’s batarang back did it Man’s back with it Spin a man like boss bearings Spin a man like that fidget Man chat wicked up on mic But face to face, nah, it’s not that, is it Got stacks in a safe, got stacks in a bank Yeah, stack illegal and stack legit You have to sandwich it Got bread on both sides Tell no lie, us man did it Get, get that pound Touch that town Gas that crowd Shut that down Facts in the booth on a track right nooow Me and my n***as on gas right now Trynna get that pound Touch that town Gas that crowd Shut that down Facts in the booth on a track right nooow Me and my n***as on gas right now Here’s what they talkin’ about What’s good couzzie, it’s north in the house (Oh yeah) Diss man and there’s no talking it out Fam, how you’re gonna talk with a hawk in your mouth (Sky) It’s Chip, famalam that’s risky (Wah) You’re either lean, drunk or tipsy If you got love for me, say it now Don’t wait till I’m on my d**hbed it’s a mipsy How many of these MC’s gotten out get buried (How many?) Many, many, oh so many, the flow so heavy I slow-mo any I’m down for the f**ery, I’m all so ready Them man carry too much feelings I came up on some rude boy teachings Try shut man down, man come back around Always find a way to sneak in, come on Get, get that pound Touch that town Gas that crowd Shut that down Facts in the booth on a track right nooow Me and my n***as on gas right nooow Trynna get that pound Touch that town Gas that crowd Shut that down Facts in the booth on a track right now Me and my n***as on gas right nowww.