Allow It - CHIP

I ain’t in a crew with no emcee

Why 'cah i do this thing by myself

You ever been out in a group, got jumped

And are fighting back by yourself?

I’ve got so many bangers I could have a soundclash by myself

With myself

Win or lose

All myself

Like

Spray you in a crew with 'dem man (Ah)

Aye, take that L by yourself (Damn)

Fuck all the strengths in numbers

I come through on the mic, just me (Gang)

Keep your opinions on me, thanks

'Cah I can’t put those in the bank (Nope)

Like trust me, I know about taking shots (Mmm)

But they didn’t kill me, it was blanks (Brrrr)

And fuck all the threats on Twitter, my nigga

'Cah tweeting is what birds do

Social distance from dem man dere, is it COVID or is it bird flu?

Lik how embarrassing

Fam, I don’t know nothing, but I know I’m talented

All you bitchs just social climbers

And all you niggas just bait wagonists

Bandwagon ting, I’m not having it

Nah, never have and never will be

They make me stronger or kill me

I was born this way, you feel me?

Like, how many man pitting on my downfall?

I’m still here like we’ll see

Yo, these emcees ain’t

My nigga, my boots are filthy (He's gone)

I ain’t in a crew with no emcee

Why 'cah I do this thing by myself (Feel me?)

You ever been out in a group, got jumped

And are fighting back by yourself?

(I have)

I’ve got so many bangers I could have a soundclash by myself (Yeah)

With myself (Yeah)

Win or lose (Yeah)

All myself (Yeah yeah yeah)

Yo

I don’t want to hear about «the kid is cold»

When these times I’m nearly 30 (Stop)

How you gonna question my ting

When you weren’t 16 moving 30?

(Huh)

Like hardly hard, look who’s talking (You)

I was 19 with a mortgage

You said I’m ahead of my time

I guess everyone caught up, but I’m still corpsing

Yeah, Chip’s too cold (Facts)

Made man famous (Facts)

Made gyal famous (Facts)

They showing their cards

But when I snap?

Khalas

Talk about a Chip VS Chipmunk

If you wanna chat 'bout who might be colder than me

I don’t wanna hear your boss talk

I was a young bull bossing man older than me

Got me going on sick man

I’ve been the lick man

Since Ice Kid and Sickman

If they do you how they did me

On my life, you’d quit fam (Mothers)

It’s not how many years

It’s what you did in 'em

Age don’t make you a big man

Big man, listen up

Round here, quicksand

Don’t use me to get lit fam, no

I ain’t in a crew with no emcee

Why 'cah i do this thing by myself

You ever been out in a group, got jumped

And are fighting back by yourself?

(Mwad)

I’ve got so many bangers I could have a soundclash by myself (Ay!)

With myself (Ay!)

Win or lose (Ay!)

All myself (Ay, ay, ay!)

Yo

Woo!

God, I’ve got wings (laughs)

When you’re at the top of the shelf

Everybody’s reaching

Some disguise as preachers

But we know dem boy are leeches

Remain calm, and keep focused

You’re too grounded to be clowned at your shoulders