Hot 97 (Outro) Lyrics

Hot 97 (Outro) - Chip

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With all due respect, I'm one of the best in the world at rappin'

I'm from a borough where not many people make it happen

It's do sports or sell drugs or maybe make it rappin'

And baby mothers trappin', boy, you better keep a Magnum

Mappin' out routes before coupes came with Satnavs

Boots in my rucksack like, "Cuzzy, what's in that bag?"

Back when he would scoop me in the Golf and take me QPR

I never thought my first half a milli would be from a bar in Haringey

Like, oh God, you could die tryna go shop

Niggas outside the bookies, fiends in the phone box

Monkey on the lobster first time I sat at Novikov

I'm from the hood where two pounds could fill you in a chicken shop

And the owners probably millionaires, you clocked it

Get the chicken, do the dash, we can't live where this shop is

If you ain't sharing codes, you ain't playin' fair (Woo)

I started from the bottom, I ain't stayin' there

Penthouse, the views are rare

I ain't got no problem with no rappers from the states

You could be from any country, I'll still have you on a plate, uh

Niggas tryna use my name to gallop, what you talkin' 'bout?

Pen time giddy up, you'll get it from this horse's mouth

It's like half the internet just feels safe for speakin' on

Those who want to shoot them in the face, swiftly movin' on

I ain't need to be in the room full of people who don't like me

I just love seein' they face when my tune is on

Couldn't see a rainbow in the rain like, "Where the damn sun?"

I don't play on a console, killin' spitters how I have fun

Look, I'll rip a rapper's spirit right out his chest

And look him in the eye like, "Your soul is mine" on my Shang Tsung

Microphone combat, call me if it's on, ahk

I'm on back, sittin' down, talkin', I ain't on that

I am not here for applause, I'm just gon' clap you once

Still prefer a cheesy beef patty to a chatty one

World's in a crisis, I'm at home, sittin', writin', in my zone

If you do for him what he won't do for you, then he ain't bro

People call me this and call me that, just stop it, call me cold

It's injected in these flows, don't wanna have to let you know

Thin line between stuntin' and motivatin'

If I post it, you'll be hatin', so more time I keep my wins to myself

And now they wanna cosign

But I've been going this hard the whole time

I never stopped believing in my... uh

Yo, this is World Cup levels on the mic, uh

Back to back with J. Cole, like trust me, that was lite, uh

Look at how I'm rappin' now, I started out on grime, uh

Never see my timeout, steamin' all the time

Fuckin' sidetrackin' from the side, man

Not in my plan, go bang, I know, go hang

And you're outside fam, this is sport to me, you should stop there

Rules to the game before you got here

Top table, top chair, top tier, top label, Cash Motto

Take no bullshit and let the cash follow

Best thing I done was mix my biz with family

So no one disrespect and ask or ever chat to me, factually

They say no new friends, but still I made some

Better yet, some great ones, got me changin' numbers on the fake ones

You gettin' money? Hardy har

You probably always thinkin' 'bout your niggas are your dargs

Just give it 10, you might relate some

From your block to the chart, bet this shit will change you

Go from being broke to gettin' money, you can't be the same you

Like half these niggas sound the same, but they still getting change, too

Lookin' at me like I changed, cool, think you changed too

I been through it long enough to see the cycle

Trust me, I can teach survival, still I'm tryna meet me idols, uh

You might see it all from lookin' in my eyeballs

Ain't nobody harder than me, dummy, I'm my biggest rival, uh

They say I don't get the accolades that I deserve

I don't give a flyin' fuck, I'm still doin' the work

Niggas want a feature cah they know my words are priceless

But it's 2020, fuck it I need 20 for a verse

Gang shit