Chips ft. Francis Fall Lyrics

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