Chip - Fright Night (Chiraq) Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] So you know what time it is, fire you done know Big up all my fans team chip CM squad [Verse: Chip] See man like me grew up on man like Ghetts Came through when I said I was next I can back my talk Left spitters outlined in chalk I can name you a list of corpse But I don't need man coming back from the dead for more A quad bike nearly took my life I hopped up like Jesus walks So when we saying that these MCs remember me well Man like me might go off the rails Futuristic flows no behind bars that's probably why I ain't been to jail Or needed bail Turn me up, man wanna hot verse phone me up Tell whoever said there the best MC Chipmunk, I'm the c*nt that will call your bluff? Yeah, I ain't bad but I'm bad with the pen I ain't even from there I'm the man in your ends (Woo) The weekend got me ga**ed up might, touch the roads skrr in the Benz You see the windows up hot box again I pick weed over oxygen Whatever genre is loan from rome cause I got more sides to me than an octagon So go on rap pop grime or take you pick In it for the hype you don't want it with chip Can't even lie I read all your comments about peanut head I'll still take your chick See man I should've bought a crib before a watch and a chain Spent a Crib on a watch and a chain Dumb mistakes I ain't making again But now I'm in the Crib, watch and chain See I had money, lost money, made back money Getting with the white folks spend black money Sell a type of line to slide a 100 n***as what you thinkin I'm gettin that you can send beck for me Yh, can't lie I don't need a promotion Your flows dry ohh you need lotion Give me the beat me I know what I'm doin n***as call for a feature cause I bring something to it Oh, you signed Universal or Sony blud? So where the top ten, where the Roley blud? Who lives at 140 Grime Street? You know Chipmunk's home Open up, I'm like show show show, man, show me love I might show up to your show, show you up I could've went first but saved me till last I'm turning up, yo turn me up I start skipping double dutch you know the flows too much Old Mix tapes what I zone to blud I don't really wanna hear anyone's sh** You UK rappers all moan too much See, I'm in a position that they really wanna be It's funny, I ain't even where I really wanna be I can hear me and all these new n***as Got me praying that my fans can spot the wannabe Like f** it I'm better than like all you n***as Put me on a track ill finish all of you n***as You don't really want it man come on then clash me Can't even lie fam, Kendrick ga**ed me This kinda verse saying man haffi pull that Had girls t**ng before it was called that If it ain't money on the phone call back, DRS zone Look I'm still grimey trimey Ill murder an MC for Wiley, what you think I'm lying go on then try me Left Atlanta and came back wilin, f** labels for now don't sign em Me myself and I, I'm doing my ting Well you feeling some type of way Fam I was really in the A Spending more than I was making dough Like thank god I got fans at home, sh** Traveling just to find myself like, what you know about them journeys though I sat back an*lyse the game, big up grim it was harder then But if history just repeats itself I, done it before bet I'll do it again Somebody give a pen, yeah Cause that boy got his focus back So burn you hoes I'd rather bash Taking snaps more than you rap You man post too much I'd rather clash Hmm. Somebody try. Who said I'm dead. Somebody lied. Say it to my face watch a MC cry Roley or not ill stop a MCs time Back to grime wanna diss chipmunk, n***a what are you on Tell Tinashe I'm 2 on If I give you a verse, maybe a hook, no lie dog I can put your crew on k**ing every remix, get to my part wheel it If I do a cover everybody run for cover hey Nicki if you see this hope you feel it (Wooo!) Hey I'm not you though I am not a just come you ain't got to clue though It's not about the j**ellery ill back off the Hublot I can do your flow, better than you bro Sorry if I use that, don't get too ga**ed what's that skunk? I don't want choose that I link the Rastas I want the high grade Places that It took me I swear I met 2pac, yo Now they wanna holler I ain't hollering back But road man the game can I borrow it back The way I write it's a lot to bite You might have a hard time swallowing that Ain't commitment time nah forget that There's bare tings goin on in my head back I lost friends and I had a couple set backs But yo forget that I just wanna get back so 2015 new music, load the cannon and we can shoot it Ballers saying they're Danny Welbeck Watch a real young gunner do this Still the grime scene saviour Rudolf raver Chick-King eater T-high streeter Gladesmore jumper Adidas sneaker YEEEEEAAAAAH!! [Outro]