John Chip (Ft. Tinie Tempah)

[Verse 1: Chip]
It's Chippy the teach and nigga, you could be my pet
I'll give you a stroke... dead
I be on my feet, they tryna amputate my legs
Look, if I ain't the best, then I'm just screaming I'm a threat
When I'm overseas, I don't reply to my texts
Spiritual bars, I'm still alive when I'm dead
I'm Mick Jagger, bitch, a rolling stone
They try puncture my tyres but still I'm on the road
I'm a little problem, yeah, I know, been here for a minute, them [?] flows
Fucking up, no, nigga, double dutch, no
I'll skip on the beat, hang you with the rope
Tell them gold diggers I'm a pot full of [?]
Money means you can't fuck till your back's broke
Get it? Broke. Get it? Broke
You ain't gotta sniff my lines, I'm dope
Stuff your mouth with yourself, darg
Shut up cuh you're a dummy
If I told you kiss my arse
You probably would becuh you're bummy
Smiling at my future but my vision isn't funny
I live with eye bags, never tired of seeing money

[Hook: Tinie & Chip]
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I've got a chauffeur in the car, I never drive
If I die today, remember me like Mussolini
Bury me on a beach with bad bitches in bikinis
Yeah, we get it popping like it's the fifth of the eleventh
Union Jack, that be the flag that I'm repping
If I die today, remember me like Winehouse
Bury me in McQueen and tell my niggas ride out