Chip - Letter To London Lyrics
[Intro][Verse:]It's do or dieI'm screaming doSometimes I lie to women, but I am the truthTell money count me in, haters count me outIf I ain't top 5 you're either dumb or can't countA blind man could see I'm on some neck shitSee that deal he just signed I rejectedDefensive, be offendedI'm just such a trendsetterPlus I think a little biggerHence I do a little betterI get cake like it's my birthdayCheating on my vocab, that's what you call wordplayTo move Stateside, mmm, yeah I'll take a hundredI'll come back, make a hundred, I'm just keeping it one hundredYou're too busy calculating what my flaws isIf money makes the world go round, you niggas paused itCritically criticized you couldn't do betterCall me big headed, but I fit this new eraReal G's respect my hustle, let's keep it real GIf you ain't happy for me now you never will beNow you've heard my mistakes don't make the same ones twiceThe best advice that I can give, is don't take adviceCause they will steer you wrong, to interrupt your drivePut a spanner in your works before you reach your primeEveryone that ever shot me down for not making grime is nowNot making grime, I'm just ahead of my timeBut I still got the flow, groundedFly as *****, but still groundedCan't stuck to one genre, switch styles like outfitsBad luck like 3 sixes***** nigga your locked upPenthouse suit, your girl, sex in the air, we *****ed upSativa for my bretha, swish a roll of that reefaThem boy there don't ***** with us, we don't ***** with them eitherGrand Hustle my team strong, my team's on, what's your team on?Cash motto- two words, cruel start and I'll move firstMove first, step in the way get moved firstDiss me, no treatment, directors will shoot firstShoot first, Hustle Gang we on one***** you, sprinting quick, I can't see you in the long runI'm on Ciroc! I'm on tequilaI'm so UK, Call me RibenaPack my bags and hit the A, yeah I put my heart inIf I don't crack the states fly me home in a casket![Outro]
