Chuck Inglish - The Bio lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper] Yeah n***as dont know sh** about me First house on Woodworth and EC One-Nine-Eight-Six the year it be My middle name is Swahili Cause daddy was on that Black Panther sh** Leather, medallion, African Momma taught school and dad did too Lived in the hood where the kids bad news So momma used my auntie's address So they would never have me possessed What ever she did to relieve her stress Hid it from me pretty good I guess First rap I heard ever six years old Will Smith Fresh Prince that sh** was so cold Hypnotized by them rhymes Pretty smart kid understands those lines Front porch on Thornhill cooking up raps All my n***as now been my n***as way back Ten years old blowing n***as wigs back Like "damn little man who taught you that?" Yeah I was baby man Rode my back on any land Then my little sister came And mom and pop split up again For the umpteenth sh**s gonna be fine Momma said headphones on bumping them rhymes I'm eleven years old with the mind of a G Ain't no e'rybody who think like me Willow Arms, building E Miss my n***a Mondo rest in peace Moved down south fifth grade Macon County really made me a man On my own small little town big sh** went on Shot my first gun in the woods Ninth grade moved right back to the hood On Saint Claire Thought I was going to be a superstar athlete Then asthma attacked me Put that sh** on that backseat And got back on that rhymin Bought that studio time With them ends I saved up cutting gra** and just a little grindin' And ain't nobody know about Daddy taught me patience Keep that money in the bank He said when I got cake from Atlantic Records I was eighteen No lawyer on the scene when I signed that wet dream Got some paper though racks, commas, dollars I thought I was set for life cause I ain't had no knowledge 'bout life n***as ain't cuttin' no slack when it come to them ends n***as losin' their lives I learned to stay off of the scene cause ain't nothing but bullets and trouble at night And my n***a Hawk can no longer walk on the world got 'em I take his advice If you get a chance to do something real do it right cause you cannot do it twice I set myself on a mission to get 'em To switch it a little bit different and tell 'em there's more ways to make a living my n***a Stace was nineteen when they gave 'em thirty eight years in that prison I sent him some pics so he see how we livin' And these were the cards I was given - the bio