Chip - My Ones lyrics

[Intro] Mighty Mouse That spells real trouble [Verse 1: Chip] Last summer, I cried tears At Benga's funeral, the day my brother got nine years Writer's block, heart stopped, oh my god, I need my mind clear If the good die young then tell me why the f** am I here? Studying my purpose, laying out my spirit in these verses 24 sounding like a sermon If lives can be taken in a flash, others snap Then these rappers only diss me cuh they don't think that I'll shank them And safe, where we going now? Cuh they hate me and I know it now Always wanting my spot, I guess they show it now On mic I can't take a check, the motto's cash, son And I don't make threats, I just am one Other night, my bro rang from the can, he told me "keep going hard" VO for them link-ups, he's really behind bars I pray you stay safe the whole time, brother Cuh f** going prison being my brother What, you really wanna know how I'm feeling? Yeah, I smoke weed for obvious reasons If you was in your teens like me and on the scene like me And I pa**ed you the zoot, you might need it I've been facing my demons So keep your opinion, who needs it? They will bring up what you've done wrong but not your achievements I've got everybody judging me, leave it Keep your credit for me, I can call on God when I need him [Hook: Chip & Ms D] These showers don't wash my sins away But I pray I'mma be OK I face devils in town on a day-to-day Just pray You keep all my ones safe And these showers don't wash my sins away But I pray I'mma be OK Just pray You keep all my ones safe (I pray You keep all my ones safe) I pray You keep all my ones safe (I pray You keep all my ones safe) I pray You keep all my ones safe [Verse 2: Chip] And big up all the girls I thought I wanted Who ended up as ones I thought I wanted f** naming names cuh that's a long ting But I ain't tell you love me, hope you're doing lovely And if I'm such a f**boy, don't tell no one that you f**ed me Courtesy of late nights of me and my thoughts Cutting people off like "nah, I don't wanna talk" So tell me what your manor's like, mine's kinda mad too Circle full of clean hearts, my friends still got stab wounds Backstage in Manchester blazing zoots Like tell Charlie I've got angels too (amen) It's good vibes only when I roll through But all I see is f**ery, this a halo tune Cuh nowadays the yout dem are so lost, they don't want no job Rather eat another man's plate, I'm like "oh God" I ain't sold no box, you trap, n***a? So what I've got weed like a shotta and I don't shot Man, it takes a lot to stay positive in negative times I'm not a wicked man, still lick you with the wickedest rhymes Bun your gun talk, you're stuck if I stick you with lines Still alive in the stickiest times Been rushed cuh Chippy don't run, took the check on my ones Got back up on my ones, now I stick with my ones What, you really wanna see me dead? Just do it then I'll be living till my time comes [Hook: Chip & Ms D] These showers don't wash my sins away But I pray I'mma be OK I face devils in town on a day-to-day Just pray You keep all my ones safe And these showers don't wash my sins away But I pray I'mma be OK Just pray You keep all my ones safe (I pray You keep all my ones safe) I pray You keep all my ones safe (I pray You keep all my ones safe) I pray You keep all my ones safe