Chips (feat. Francis Fall)

At the end of the day The day over with I been grinding all fucking day And I ain't notice it They gon have to kill me Dog I don't know to quit Born with a chip on my shoulder I grew older with At the end of the day The day over with I been grinding all fucking day And I ain't notice it They gon have to kill me Dog I don't know to quit Born with a chip on my shoulder I grew older with The best case is probably being a free slave A Nigga with an attitude I will not behave They really tried drown us all I seen the street wave A sunny day the room clouded in a sweet haze Ok now I'm blunted lets get it You gon need more than those spirit fingers It won't make me miss it And if it's ever me or you You gon know I'm narcissistic I use a pen , I use pencil My shit is missiles ballistic Everything is art Even murder can be artistic And everyday I pray to God Nobody order this biscuit I heard yo flow I turned you off Cuz all your raps unrealistic I'm callin niggas out now With the hope that they fix it See you a broke nigga You ain't got no choice but to risk it All your stories bout the struggle Sounding so journalistic I promise I'm being honest Men lie, women lie, numbers don't It's simple economics Can't you tell I had hooked on phonics I ain't killer but don't push me To send bald heads that resemble onyx An old soul sippin gin and tonic With a blunt full of chronic And a bad bitch in a bonnet I am legend J.Smith the new Sally's Comet Keep my name in your mouth I hope it taste like vomit These bars made niggas mail home comics Only niggas in the system really know about it All I got is my God And my blunt I smoke about it Make my own band Beat my own drum Sounding so melodic They took Africa And tried to make me patriotic Don't give me less When me and mine is Moors They hidin knowledge You shine cuz yo chain I shine cuz my mind polished Yeah At the end of the day The day over with I been grinding all fucking day And I ain't notice it They gon have to kill me Dog I don't know to quit Born with a chip on my shoulder I grew older with At the end of the day The day over with I been grinding all fucking day And I ain't notice it They gon have to kill me Dog I don't know to quit Born with a chip on my shoulder I grew older with Slam like A.I. on the cover with his fro out Get slammed like Lil Baby When she pull up with that blow out They know that I'm the one that they should know bout My mama always said I was a show out And they be tryna say that I'm a rapper But I slam like poetry So when I get to snappin Mothafucka you know it's me First, I jam her this Jodeci Then I'm slamming her ovaries Then it's out the door I gotta slam it like Stanley Oglevee Woah And just like him, I'm a professor She can get her roll on like Culpepper And white girls can get it too I'm not a hotepper I like bad bitches, good girls Hoes, heffers I don't discriminate But niggas they do tend to hate Cause every time I step up in the booth It turn to dinner date Pass it to my dog, don't hesitate to facilitate And I paint pictures with these words That's why they penetrate Yeah I really got it Take that sheisty off, your background is Billie Eilish How ironic, All they 16's be really childish First episode they try me, I'm taking off Pilots Look up in my eyelids, it got pain on em I done made it through the tide And not a stain on em Thank the lord that a real nigga made it through I'm bout to catch these niggas off guard Like they played the two I'm talking slam