Mad with It Chip

[Hook]
They call me Chip and I'm mad with it
They're like "Chippy gone mad, innit"
Got choong tings and they bad with it
See Cash Motto, my gang winning

[Verse 1]
Fuck the industry
At this point, it don't mean shit to me
If you was laughing when I was down
Don't applaud my victories
I had lows and highs, been low and high
Had times I lost my mind
But I never went bald like Britney
Nah, never that, I'm Derek's pickney
Baseball bars, man, swing if you're chucking it
Pen like a knife, rudeboy
And I've got bare different blood on it
Last night, I had two hours sleep
Had a 'mare that I ran out of time
I woke up, had a big zoot and told JC bring on the mic
They're like "Chip, break down what an agent is"
You see a radio DJ, I see Agent Smith
They said I'd died, I came back to life
I'm on the other side with some different eyes
A whole different grind
Survival times, I'm a lyricist
Don't cry me a river, I'll swim in it
I'll take it to you if you're bringing it
If there's only bullies and victims
Fuck that, can't be a victim
You see a music business, I see a corrupted system
And my weed addiction is a deep addiction
But I still got deeper diction
Memory loss tryna creep through
But I still remember what I need to
So I still remember I don't need you
Cuh I still remember how you treated me
And I still remember who I owe one
I tasted revenge and it sweetened me