10 Commandments - CHIP

Okay then

You’re a bad boy, okay then

WickedSkengMan, okay then

With all that money can’t buy these flows

Son go have a go then, okay then

Foster care that when I spray pen

(Bluku bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye)

#Merky, but you’re not a merker

Promise when I finish with this coconut I’m gonna' push his hairline back

further

So no more Dubai, go Turkey

'Cause that hairline needs surgery

I don’t wanna hear about #Merky

Them boy deh suh cyan' merk me

Yo, one minute you’re on home invasions

Next minute you’re at strangers, paintin'

Like, why you love going peoples houses?

Yo, tahn up in ya yard, you paigon

You know on the mic I’m a cannibal

You can’t even handle cannabis

Twin and Akua shoulda warned you, Chipmunk don’t do panicking

You’re all gonna hear «Stormzy took an L, and he tried to stand tall before he

fell»

So he’s a man of his word in some ways

But he’s on stalking like a girl

Cocaine, my nose don’t know the smell

I’m on track, he’s off the rails

You’re some bitch with OnlyFans

Boy, I don’t give two fucks what you sell

Boy, I don’t give two fucks what you sold

You got that contradictory flow

One minute it’s «Fuck the government, fuck Boris»

Next minute you’re tellin' people «vote»

Boy, you’re not a Christian, you’re a fraud

Crucify him, praise the Lord

How are you blinded by his grace but still manage to find my door?

To save your life you couldn’t spit like me

You can get it in British or get it in Twi

Gem, speng, kwasiasem

Wagyimi, don’t try me a again

Dickhead

I’ma usher this boy to his seat, do a U-turn, spin back round

You came up remixing my bars, prick, not the other way around

You can’t run out of bars, just like Chip you can’t run out of bars

That’s what you said, look, now you dead

If I was there, you’d get spun out the park

Run out the dance, Chip don’t run out ya know

Ah wah di bumba?

Ah wah di rass?

Take it there, take it far

Tek ya gyal, tek it darg

Humble pie, serve that well, I’m a humble guy

Deep down, all the guys on your side

Deep down, wanna see the clash on the sly

Trust me, I know about yutes like you

Fuck with a nigga and his paigon too

Awks when you’re in the middle, won both tunes

Caught in the middle when my pen go «boom!»

So, pick a side, me no mind, aimin' at fences

Who’s on the fence then?

I get defensive

And get offensive, man get offended

Trust me, I pen up in no time, pen up and sky that

Plus I don’t stop 'til the ending (Woi)

Someone get this bitch a bra, it’s a booby trap when I’m sendin' (Woi)

Hearing I’m poppin' online, but I don’t even check my mentions (Woi)

Them man there they come offline 'cuh they can’t handle the attention (Woi)

I can handle all the tension (Woi)

Afterschool him, that’s detention (Woi)

Go home, Roger, we ain’t bredrins (Woi)

Use my voice and make a sample (Woi)

I got crack you wanna a sample (Woi)

Fuck with Chip, that’s gonna cost you (Woi)

Have you flarin' up your nostrils (Woi)

Slap you ASAP with precision (Woi)

GSAP’s your own religion (Brr-rrup)

Hop out the whip, lookin' for Chip, you’re only bad with the bros

Cah that weren’t the vibe, two days before when you came on your own

If you’re so bad, tell me cuz

Why you ain’t come back one man up?

Two hands up, or with your skeng

The one that you said you own and don’t rent

Wrestling, bars, try me

You didn’t mind when it was Wiley (Ah)

Good kid, I’m weren’t a G before rap

I weren’t a thief before rap (Nep)

Sold no crack before rap (Nep)

Sold that crack in all wraps (Yep)

Still tortilla’ing tracks

You man are some trifling dogs

Dalmatians don’t change their spots, now I’m barkin', what?

Can’t corner me neither nor my team

Disrespect man’s programme

I heard your little line about «them man’s code»

But «Kaboom!», that ad-lib belongs to Konan

You know this ting, no guts, no glory

Snake, you know you was bangin' my story

I got my pen and my highlighter, fam

Trust me it’s jarring, I like them man

What kind of Christian dragging man out of cars?

Repent, or your goin' hell, my darg

Commander with it, I’m commanding (Woi)

Now you gon read the Ten Commandments (Woi)

The Lord can’t save you from this rassing (Woi)

Bumbahole, I’m on your rahtid (Woi)

Spiritual wickedness, slew him (Woi)

What kind of juju are you doin'?

(Brr-rrup)

Last time I checked you’re signed to guy that’s the father of the guy who

signed 6ix9ine

So you better check yourself, quick, before you wreck yourself

Study your team, stop studying mine

Cah' I’m nice whenever it’s studying time

The game been snakey, snakes and ladders

Update me, check it out on the 29th (Brr-rrup)

Go read the Ten Commandments

And live your life that way

M1onthebeat