Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my nigga, since then I ain't been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher"
But fuck these bitches, get this money, don't please her
I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my niggas that all of the police took
I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia
I had to put them on a wave time
Ozone space time
Six figure nigga, chain on me when I stage dive (Ooh)
I stay running up these cheques on my day grind
And I'm never switching up sides, I'm with the same slides
I'm with the K9's, we ain't on no playtime
Shopping with my son, I gotta keep it on my waistline
Beat it, I never eat it, if she ate mine
Deep shit but they don't deep it until the drapes fly
Song shit, I put my heart and soul into it baby
Progress, I trust the process, where it gon' take me
No stress, I went from homeless to gettin' paid G
(Out) Outside we did the frontline when shit's crazy
Anyone that hurt, anybody but you made me
Life in these streets, it can turn a boy brazy (Yeah)
She sent me nudes like she working for page three
I get this cake like my first name Paigey (Lets go)
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my nigga, since then I ain't been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher"
But fuck these bitches, get this money, don't please her
I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my niggas that all of the police took
I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
That's why my niggas toasting every time we meet up
Man I been rapping so long, should put my feet up
But would the game be the same without me? Huh (Me, huh)
Manny gyal love my accent and I love hers (Love hers)
She just want a London boy on top of covers (Covers)
Told shawty we can- we can't be lovers (Lovers)
Tryna beat, so gimme brain, I got no rubbers
Flavours, you don't know 'bout grub my G
That's not Cali, you got bumped my G
Weed in me plus the alcohol, yeah, I'm lit bro
Hayfever alone kills my nose, I don't sniff coke
No sike, Chippy grew up in a tough hood
So every time I hear "Die Young", I touch wood
More money, more gyal, more peace in life
Might get a massage in my sheets tonight
Death round the corner, you don't know when it gon' creep up
I lost my nigga, since then I ain't been sleep much
But if I hear you got that belly, you get eat up
And tell my lil' nigga, "I ain't no preacher"
But fuck these bitches, get this money, don't please her
I'm on the strip dodging all of them police trucks
And free my niggas that all of the police took
I'm smoking flavours, none of that amnesia