Sask**a - Chip Off My Shoulder lyrics

[Intro] A lot of people say Roll Deep's done Roll Deep's not done yeah, no, I wouldn't let Roll Deep die Even if I had to run along on my own and fly the flag for Roll Deep Yeah I will keep the name Roll Deep are not done yeah Everyone thinks that, it's not gone and done [Verse 1] So this guy thinks that he's bad, he just got dropped T.I.'s got sh** to do You were flying to states, you didn't bring your mates Now its back to the grime, no pop hits for you A tune with Meek don't make you rapper You rap for the fame, the hot tits and loot I rap for my family, moshpits and booze In the back of the canopy shoplift for food This gun right here I co*ked it for you If I hear more talk I'll droplip the yout If he brings more boys I'll dropkick the crew If I hear more noise your boxed in the booth Your last CD's like hot piss in poo I beat a man down wit chop sticks and shoes In your girl's womb the co*k features grew I don't wanna have to talk to this suicidal yout The lord of the mics jacket's got him so ga**ed That he couldn't work out what he was try'na do Went round bookies and I laid down so much flames That Zoe she couldn't fan the fumes I spin chip round like crash bandicoot n***a, grime's my house so take off your shoes When I lie down you pricks hit the booth Might drive right round and slapdick your boo Think that you're badder I backhand a dude I don't wanna hear your lies on the tune Say you rep gangs, but where are the troops? I'm taking the piss I poop in your coup f** Believe and Achieve, I one finger dudes Breaking your disc and taking your food I rep gimme grime I'm raising the roof You been trying it for time so this ones for you [Bridge] x2 You don't really wanna be talkin' like that, Chip You don't really wanna be talkin' like that, Chip You don't really wanna be talkin' like that, Chip, cause You might not survive this sh** [Verse 2] You don't really wanna be coming around thinking you're big in the town Haters I'm knocking them down, look at them clocking me now Wanna be stopping me now, cause I'm on top of 'em now Leave them all wondering how my flow is getting around Wannabes copy my style, gyaldem I'm digging 'em out After, I'm kicking 'em out, [?] picking 'em out Mandem are bringing 'em out (f** Off!) [Verse 3] Next flow will ruin him Don't say School of Grime you've been truanting Big Narstie should sit on your face and sh** in your mouth While Skepta says 'Go on then' I'm about to turn Chip to a no one then Where's Ice Kid, where's Dot Rotten then? Cause when they're in the same room, you don't wanna spit no more Big fat prob-a-lem Fix your face, don't make trouble then And I won't bring Lowkey or 12 and them Find your body in the Thames on the news at ten For the sake of the Youtube f** it then Guarantee when I come to your show with the whole of the scene That shiz won't back it then He'll be there with his hands in the air with a face full of fear Like "Sas, dont pack him in" [Verse 4] Chip, Chip Diddy Chip Man where the f** have you been Saying my name on a diss Like I'ma pull off your tits And staple the back of your head Chip put a pad on that clit Must be that time of the month when you're bleeding and sh** Talking like we give a sh** But we don't, so I'm begging that jammer stop feeding him dick I'm poor and my tanks on the red Anyone chatting that gas Petrol or not, still get a pump to the head Plus man am known to the feds Should've died couple times Like I'm in debt to the angels for about an arm and a leg I don't give a f** for your shaolins 5th Hokage, I train in the mountains Don't worry 'bout me worry 'bout your accountant And worry if your song's gonna chart Don't see Chris Brown giving you a retweet on your single I guess he left your a** in the past A lie would be sweet, but the truth is a par So I tell a man straight, you're no longer a star Don't come around here with your greasy lips When you're looking like you're licking that arse I'm a gangster, you're a plastic one Trying wear grime clothes on a drastic one I ain't gotta prove that I'm part of the scene Cause me and Crazy Titch made a cla**ic one While you was on tour doing sweet 16's I was in a boiler room with no jackets on f** a little hooch on my mattress, don If you really wanna send better practice son [Outro] You can't get bigger than the name, like you... Some people say you can, but really you can't The name will always be big If you was from Roll deep people say that's him from Roll Deep Whether he was, 2 years down the line, 3 years down the line or 4, it doesn't matter If he left, people would say he used to be in Roll Deep init, so Roll Deep will still be on their lips Roll Deep ain't gonna die, no