Chip

Letter To London (Intro)
(Intro) Blind Prisoner: You do not fear death. You think this makes you strong. It makes you weak. Bruce Wayne: Why? Blind Prisoner: How can you move faster than possible, fight longer than possible without the most powerful impulse of the spirit: the fear of death. Bruce Wayne: I do fear death. I fear dying in here, while my city burns, and there's no one there to save it. (Intro 2) There comes a time In every man’s life We have to step up I mean… you work hard, dedicate yourself, you pay dues To get to a certain point But then that point comes And you realize there’s so much more to accomplish So you journey out In this case… cross seas From London to the States And so it begins (Verse 1) It's do or die I'm screaming do Sometimes I lie to women, but I am the truth Tell money count me in, haters count me out If I ain't top 5 you're either dumb or can't count A blind man could see I'm on some neck shit Letras de cancionesSee that deal he just signed I rejected Defensive, be offended I'm just such a trendsetter Plus I think a little bigger Hence I do a little better I get cake like it's my birthday Cheating on my vocab, that's what you call wordplay To move Stateside, mmm, yeah I'll take a hundred I'll come back, make 100, I'm just keeping it 100 You're too busy calculating what my flaws is If money makes the world go round, you niggas paused it Critically criticized you couldn't do better Call me big headed, but I fit this new era Real G's respect my hustle, let's keep it real G If you ain't happy for me now you never will be Now you've heard my mistakes don't make the same ones twice The best advice that I can give, is don't take advice ‘Cause they will steer you wrong, to interrupt your drive Put a spanner in your works before you reach your prime Everyone that ever shot me down for not making grime is now Not making grime, I'm just ahead of my time But I still got the flow, grounded Fly as fuck, but still grounded I can't stuck to one genre, switch styles like outfits Bad luck like 3 sixes Pussy nigga your locked up Penthouse suit, your girl, sex in the air, we fucked up Sativa for my bretha, swish a roll of that reefa Them boy there don't fuck with us, we don't fuck with them either Grand Hustle my team strong, my team's on, what's your team on? Cash motto- two words, cruel start and I'll move first Move first, step in the way get moved first Diss me, no treatment, directors will shoot first Shoot first, Hustle Gang we on one Fuck you, sprinting quick, I can't see you in the long run I'm on Ciroc! I'm on tequila I'm so UK, Call me Ribena Pack my bags and hit the A, yeah I put my heart in If I don't crack the states fly me home in a casket! (Outro) Hustle Gang Life’s just a gamble I only win bets Yes Chip, it’s yo time! Now ready? From Letras Mania