Vandalyzm - Chip lyrics

[Chorus]: I spit like I got a chip on my shoulder I rhyme like the whole world against me I spit like I got a chip on my shoulder I rhyme like the whole world against me [Verse One]: You can't even master I was born with a gift and bred with a pa**ion Deuce writin' and spit for that bread with a pa**ion Used to be for the love, a n***a kinda past it That's what y'all call talent? A gift and a curse It's a candy coat in acid The best and the worst Labels tell me I'm fantastic But don't know what to do with me So the steady droppin' bars, the sh** is gettin' tragic So now I'm ready to brawl, I'm wanna ski mask it Get the co*k it back sh** See an A&R, get to poppin' that sh** It be like magic when I let them bliggums hit 'em, got him lit like some matches And yeah I'm kinda mad kid, it's ? without ? Cause they f**in' with my livelihood, they comin' for my neck And I'm tryin' to provide the hood and come up with a check When a n***as favorite words is "can you wait just for a sec" I ain't gotta sec A n***a barely breathin' now I'm in my momma's basement with no signs of leavin' now I worked the hell out of a part time job That only pay a n***a monthly now I'm livin' like a slob On top of that a n***a got a car note and student loans A maxed out credit card and don't forget my cell phone Whatever's left after that will have a n***a hot But no that's for the studio, I gotta buy a block And all to show what? I got a new sound and labels quick to dismiss cause they want it dumbed down Nope, I don't sound country and that's kinda expected Cause the n***a from St. Louis now this sh** is gettin' hectic Ain't that ain't me Cause n***as I ain't country and I'll never be That ain't a diss to nobody but I'm sure that y'all feelin' me St. Louis ain't the south, it's the Midwest geographically How I know dawg? Cause on the map I'm a legend My lyrics hellbent, fightin' through to see heaven Y'all in this Church Of Life and Vandalyzm is the reverend So um, Amen saints, turn your rhyme books to the book of me I hope this song help you get a better look at me [Chorus]: I spit like I got a chip on my shoulder I rhyme like the whole world against me I spit like I got a chip on my shoulder I rhyme like the whole world against me Payin' to win homie, say it again Now where I'm from? Payin' to win homie, say it again Now where I'm from? Payin' to win homie, say it again and again and again Now where I'm from? Payin' to win homie, say it again Yeah