Chip - Mad With It lyrics

[Hook] They call me Chip and I'm mad with it They're like "Chippy gone mad, innit" Got choong tings and they bad with it See Cash Motto, my gang winning [Verse 1] f** the industry At this point, it don't mean sh** to me If you was laughing when I was down Don't applaud my victories I had lows and highs, been low and high Had times I lost my mind But I never went bald like Britney Nah, never that, I'm Derek's pickney Baseball bars, man, swing if you're chucking it Pen like a knife, rudeboy And I've got bare different blood on it Last night, I had two hours sleep Had a 'mare that I ran out of time I woke up, had a big zoot and told JC bring on the mic They're like "Chip, break down what an agent is" You see a radio DJ, I see Agent Smith They said I'd died, I came back to life I'm on the other side with some different eyes A whole different grind Survival times, I'm a lyricist Don't cry me a river, I'll swim in it I'll take it to you if you're bringing it If there's only bullies and victims f** that, can't be a victim You see a music business, I see a corrupted system And my weed addiction is a deep addiction But I still got deeper diction Memory loss tryna creep through But I still remember what I need to So I still remember I don't need you Cuh I still remember how you treated me And I still remember who I owe one I tasted revenge and it sweetened me [Hook] They call me Chip and I'm mad with it They're like "Chippy gone mad, innit" Got choong tings and they bad with it See Cash Motto, my gang winning They call me Chip and I'm mad with it They're like "Chippy gone mad, innit" Got choong tings and they bad with it See Cash Motto, my gang winning [Verse 2] Jumped up, took my throne back Cutthroat, Game of Thrones, fam Addressing n***as like the postman Pen it up and tell you "hold that" Lost spitters looking so stupid I see A&Rs with my old blueprint Numbers this, numbers that I still write bars, looking at plaques Yeah, I'm not no YouTube spitter I was here before YouTube, n***a Chip left pop cuh he way too n***a KKK, I'll still do you, n***a They tried to f** with my confidence But I came back more confident She's telling people I gave her the bang But she knows I tapped it in confidence They're like "Chip, break down who the agents are" Can't come on your show, you're an agent, darg You think I don't know who's trying it Collabing, tryna show alliances I'm a weed man, how ya mean, fam? My paranoia got me firing Dun know, the visions are global Cash Motto, we antisocial Don't wanna come to your session Send me the beat and I'll vocal I got my Mac and my mic and my Pro Tools Handling B but with no tools n***as will hug you to boy your clart Blud, you best watch who you're close to Flexing with people you don't like You call it playing the game Where I'm from, we call that fake Tell them brothers I ain't playing I ain't into reminiscing I'm accepting people change Back to back and back to snap And now I'm back up on my way [Hook] They call me Chip and I'm mad with it They're like "Chippy gone mad, innit" Got choong tings and they bad with it See Cash Motto, my gang winning They call me Chip and I'm mad with it They're like "Chippy gone mad, innit" Got choong tings and they bad with it See Cash Motto, my gang winning