Corn on the Curb

Everyday, bro, we've gotta stay battling

Gotta stay fighting, gotta stay striving

Gotta stay dreaming, gotta stay believing

Gotta stay scheming

I broke down a few more barricades

Got me a few more accolades

Used to look forward to the weekend

Now every day's like Saturday

Surrounded by stars

Come chill with the constellation

Then she asked me what my real name was

And killed the conversation

Sometimes I've gotta scratch my head

Like big man ting on a level

Only my mum and dad call me Junior

What makes you so special?

No Rolex timepiece

No Hublot kettle

But still I know when it's time to jump in the car

Put the foot to the pedal like

Yeah, I don't care about VIP

I've got very important places to be

While I'm asleep, I'm making a beat

Girls in the house getting naked for me

What I'm tryna say is basically

Never get a joke man mistaken for me

Corn on the curb if a man diss me

My niggas got the biscuits in T

Santa Claus used to miss my house

So I decorated my own Christmas tree

Ring man's phone if he think's it's beef

What do you mean, "who is this, blud?" It's me

My niggas been on crime

Don't get it twisted 'cause I don't beef online

My niggas violent, my niggas loopy

Something you ain't seen on Vine

I don't want a like, I don't want a follow

Diss me today, link me tomorrow

I've got goons that can't leave the country

Above the law, under obbo

I know pain, I know sorrow

I know empty, I know hollow

I just flew my Gs out to Amsterdam

And I told them "thank me tomorrow"

Cuh man have been in the kitchen

Experimenting with the whipping

And you see, the road ting and the music ain't mixing

Would've thought man was playing baseball

Way man are outside pitching

Never been a punk, never been a victim

Wanna hate on me? Wanna hate on Storm?

Fuck that, let the kings in

I start ringing MCs

Go radio, I start swinging MCs

I was in the trenches, everyday grinding

You couldn't say a man weren't bringing MCs

I will pick up the phone, start ringing MCs

Bars inna my touch, bringing MCs

They know I've got Skeppy on my team

We were on road, living it, skilling MCs

Producers, plus we are living MCs

Bare vibes we have given MCs

I was there back in the day when it was garage

And them man said they wanna get rid of MCs

But them man couldn't get rid of MCs

'Cause since then, we've become bigger MCs

Some MC debts

Skibadee, Baseman and Trigga MC

Yeah, us man are blazing powers

Them man are blazing Benson

My bredrin said it's his birthday

Took him onstage with Drake and Section

Hate my niggas 'cause every day, it's another great invention

Wanna talk about loot? Then I bring the loot out

Talk about shootout? Better be a shootout like a western

'Cause I don't fear no man

Think you're a killer but your name ain't Cam

Oi, pussyhole, don't look in my span

'Cause you might get shot on the road like 28 gram

And you know who I am

Shower man down like Fireman Sam

Drive to your ends on a two-year ban

With Solo in the transit van

Nah, you can't diss my mum

Shots start fly out and man get bun

Fling on my black garments and dun

Dry skin between my index finger and thumb

I hate man like a nun

That's why I wanna buy a haunted gun

Can't get killed before I get to see my son

Them tings can't run

They got me thirsty for blood again

They got me talking crud again

They got-

Yo, fam

Yo, Chip

Talk to me, man

Where are you, though? Who are you with?

I'm on my Js, blud

Fam, man

This ting has got me, blud, I'm not gonna lie, fam

I'm not gonna front, fam

Mad pressures from every angle, fam

Yeah?

It's come like I'm too ambitious to be with the mandem on the road but

I'm, like, I can't be up there with them people either

You get what I'm saying, like

I'm not, I'm not, I'm too black to be up there

You see what I'm saying, fam?

(You goin', you goin') I don't know, I feel like I'm

I feel like I'm in limbo, Chippy

You're going, you're going mad, fam

I feel like I'm in limbo, fam

I've been, I've been waiting to speak to you, fam

You're going way too mad, fam

Like what the fuck did you mean like

You don't know why I mentioned your name, fam?

Like North London, fam

You got the call from God to do something deeper, bro

Like, you got the call to go and make everyone look at everything else

That is happening over here, fam

You get me? That's a deeper calling, bro

Like them callings there

It's not everyone's phone that, that gets that, that

That ring ring there, you see what I'm saying, fam?

Like super powers, fam, super charged, bro

I hear that, fam

Like just being you alone, fam, niggas getting to watch

You're doing what you're supposed to do, bro

Cuh we ain't seen nuttin' like this happen before

Who's seen the country flip on its head like this, fam?

These youts don't know what's going on, fam

They ain't got a fucking clue, fam

Independent to the T, fam

Love, brudda, man

(I needed that powers) fam, power up fam

I don't even like hearing you sound like this, blud

I needed them

The mission's deeper right now, fam

Love, brudda

Mad

Alright, fam, I'm gonna shout you, man

What you saying though, everything good?

Blud, love you, bro, man

Just do what you gotta do

Man's doing what I gotta do, fam

You already know, bro

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