My Crew Chip (Ft. Skepta)

[Intro: DJ Drama]
A real friend is a blessing
See, real friends don’t come along that often
So when you got them keep them close to you

[Hook: Chip]
Couple brothers I’ll die for
Couple women I’ll try for
Couple niggas be hatin’ still but we just stay on our grind
What? Nigga, you broke? That’s cool, pay me no mind
Couple brothers I stand by
And they got a place in my heart
Couple brothers I’d die for
And they all know who they are

[Verse 1: Chip]
Real friends, I count those on one hand
I’ll half my plate with, I’ll share my last grand
I’ll share my hoes with but not my wifey
Enough chains in my camp, my whole crew look icy
Growing up in this cold world
Real love ain’t usual
If I passed away dead broke, they’ll chip in for my funeral
Pray I die of old age
But if someone took my life
I know three niggas that won’t sleep
Until someone else dies
Looking at my puff joes
Damn look What god done
My loved ones will eat good
That’s word to my god sons
Chicks tryna' come between my team
Oh, no, I don’t like those
You can’t fuck with my team
My circles virgin tight ho
Tell my haters Cheerio
My circle’s tight like a Cheerio
I know you hear me y'all
You hatin’ on me but you feel me though
I don’t care if you’re on beef
You can’t pick me out I’m no gherkin
Bad mind, can’t fuck with me
My granny's prayer's still working