Chip – League Of My Own (The Intro) (League Of My Own II Album)

[Intro]
Yo, Jahmaal, wagwan? What’s going on? Dad
I’m just here right now to give you some positive inspiration, okay?
So, I’m prayin’ on a level for you and your team
Ermm, to push forward, you know?
There’s all kind of negativity goin’ on in the world right now
So let me give you some positive vibration on a spiritual level
Just put on your spiritual armour
Uh, there’s a passage in The Bible that I like
Because it talks about spiritual wickedness in high places
But when you got on the full armour of God
Nobody can do anything to you
So just keep goin’ and pray
Because who God bless, no man can curse
You’re in a league of your own, son

[Pre-Verse]
Yeah (Dready)
League of My Own II

[Verse]
Yeah, hop on tracks and just spin them
Smash awards or just win them
The Lord put the powers in them
Go on then, trust your gut, do your ting then
I’m on family and business
Fuckboy, you ain’t fam, mind your business
This one’s out to those who lost interest
Payback ain’t enough, I want interest
So bun A.M. or P.M., it’s CM
Where them devils gone? I can’t see ’em
I’m one hell of a spiritual bein’
With my eyes closed, see you preein’
You see a track, to me that’s MCin’
But MOBO just got a key in
I been bookin’ flights, need to book a VO
Cuh I miss my brudda, need to see him
It’s some baby boy cradle, dawg
Cash Motto, we stable, dawg
I got a buff ting lickin’ my balls
I ain’t lickin’ no label’s arse
I’m in west with Hollow and Clark
I’m on a success journey, dawg
Lines crossed when you go too far
Try and holla back, it’s a par
Cookin’ that hocus pocus again
Went off track, gotta focus again
Ounce just landed, I’m rollin’ again
Dropped that chick, now I’m zonin’ again
Twelve years man been studyin’ me
Nah, just-come youts not studyin’ them
School of grime, you wasn’t there
Me, I’m class, study again, mm
Lightin’ up this jetpack
Other side of bare setbacks
Talk on the level that my intellect’s at
Dumb youts comin’ at me, I expect that
Might not tek that errupt ting if I let that
Kick my finger, you’ll get that burst (boom)
Sticks and stones will bruk up bones
When my words fly, they hurt
‘Nough of these youts just talk loads about roadman
You bred award shows (dead)
Fuckin’ wit’ dem man, you fuckin’ wit’ dem man?
You fuckin’ wit’ dem man? You all hoes (‘llow it)
Wait, demanem don’t like me
All of a sudden, they all bros?
Fuck it, man, that’s how the game goes (‘llow it)
I knew his circle, he changed, woes
Evil climate, dawg (mad)
I sit with my Buddha heads, light a candle
Then write some violent bars
Grind it, bill it, and spark
I may take time on the album same way
Make a bomb and drop it on the same day
If any fuckin’ spitter thinks I’m playin’ games
You could check my history, I ain’t sayin’ names (brrah)
Smoke weed till my eye, dem bleed (red)
Can’t bury me, I’m a seed (never)
And I’m blossomin’, how ya mean? (Ya vexed, ya vexed)
When you see the paw lookin’ clean (gang)
And I threw out four, that’s a team (squad)
It’s Cash Motto, how ya mean? (Soft)
Ten years since League of My Own
Core fans still feelin’ the flow
Are you feelin’ me though? (Huh?)
Yes or no? Still doin’ me, wah blow (trust)
Planet of the Apes in my hood so I move like a monkey
I know when to hold on and when to let go (yeah)
When to be seen and when to be ghost
I am not on keepin’ enemies close
Cuh my dawgs, dem ’round me only (rah)
And we’re like "Bun dem man, they phoney" (rah)
Haven’t known man longer than I knew man for
So I don’t why they think they know me (why?)
When I let go, scotch bonnet only (rah)
Already proved that I’ll be in my own league (yeah)
‘Llow me, I’m back in my zone, dawg (zone)
Just tryna outdo my own bars (ayo)
Man might hear this and think that I’m chattin’ ’bout dem (rah)
But nah, I’m not chattin’ ’bout you (rah)
So how about you focus on you and stop preein’ my ting? (Rah)
Cuh I don’t wanna pop off on you (rah)
In front of your followers, boom
When I’m live in the booth, give up who’s followin’ you
Cuh the lies get borin’, true
Got shankin’ bars, right now man are borin’, true (yeah)
Stitch up the beat when I leave the booth (mad)
Kill a MC, that ain’t shit to do (nuttin’)
Cut a gyal off, you ain’t shit to me (nah)
Come of my line, I got shit to do (tsk)
Man pree my career and tek this ting for stick and move
So no more spittin’ like I ain’t got shit to lose
Them MCs with shit to prove (done)
I’m a lyrical prof (God sent)
I might diss myself in a minute
And see if I take off like my lyrical opps (why not?)
How many lyrics do you got? Who’s a lyrical boss? (Huh?)
Burn that bridge, can you mend it?
New year’s resolution: no sendin’
Fuckboys will never see my endin’
League of My Own II, album pendin’

[Outro]
Yeah (Dready)

Chip – Honestly (feat. 67) (League Of My Own II Album)

[Intro: TTC Subway Announcer]
The next station is Don Mills
Don Mills Station

[Chorus: Chip]
You should be honest, G (you should be honest, G)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
Admit it, you’re onto me (admit it, admit it)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
What made you turn on me? (What made you turn on me?)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
Cash Motto policy (policy, policy)
Honesty, honesty (yeah, yeah)
I got a pack on me (I got a pack on me)
I got a stack on me (I got a stack on me)
Get money by honest means (money, more money)
Honestly, honestly (yeah, yeah)
She used to front on me (she used to front on me)
But now she in front of me (now she in front of me)
It’s funny how things have changed (ever so funny)
Honestly, honestly

[Verse 1: Chip]
I got the world on me (I got the world on me)
I got your girl on me (I got your girl on me)
Yo, what’s that smell on me? (Yo, what’s that smell on me?)
Could be Chanel on me (could be Chanel on me)
Could be the weed on me (could be the weed on me)
Green be my scenery (green, green)
You rollin’ cigaweed (you rollin’ cigaweed)
You ain’t as lean as me (lean, lean)
I got the quality (I got the quality)
I got the quantity (I got the quantity)
I’m way too sure in me (I’m way too sure)
And nobody hot for me (no, no)
They took their shots at me (they took their shots at me)
But that wasn’t stoppin’ me (that wasn’t stoppin’ me)
Honestly, honestly (oh, God)
It’s over, don’t bother me (leave me alone)
Labels wan’ talk to me (labels wan’ talk to me)
But what you wan’ offer me (what you wan’ offer me)
Right now, I sign myself (Cash Motto)
Ain’t nobody droppin’ me (own boss)
Deal with me properly (deal with me properly)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
If I ain’t your cup of tea (I ain’t your cup of tea)
Still ain’t no muggin’ me (yeah)

[Chorus: Chip]
You should be honest, G (you should be honest, G)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
Admit it, you’re onto me (admit it, admit it)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
What made you turn on me? (What made you turn on me?)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
Cash Motto policy (policy, policy)
Honesty, honesty (yeah, yeah)
I got a pack on me (I got a pack on me)
I got a stack on me (I got a stack on me)
Get money by honest means (money, more money)
Honestly, honestly (yeah, yeah)
She used to front on me (she used to front on me)
But now she in front of me (now she in front of me)
It’s funny how things have changed (ever so funny)
Honestly, honestly

[Verse 2: Dimzy]
Alright, honestly, honestly (honestly)
These hookers don’t bother me (bother me)
Got a rusty spinners and [?] with bells
I will smoke man, honestly (bah, bang)
Man’s fuckin’ up the music ting
But feds wanna lock me properly (wanna lock me)
My nigga spent racks on his wrist
Just so he can see the time properly (flexin’)
Honestly, honestly
These niggas rat for a bit of cheese (snitchin’)
My nigga put Luger nines in the MAC
And he crashed that properly (grrah, grrah)
Walk in the club and they clockin’ me (clockin’ me)
Bare iPhones snapshottin’ me (flash)
Ciroc in my cup and I’m faded
Tell bro roll up the broccoli (oi, bill it for me)
I got shooters and we serious
Machinery that’s on deck (big ones)
From a dotty to a mock
Man’s street-sweepin’ in sets (grah)
So we’re chartin’, got an award
But the feds wanna put it to an end (fuck ’em)
I want big bags of that bread
Gotta give mum slices of bread (money)

[Chorus: Chip]
You should be honest, G (you should be honest, G)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
Admit it, you’re onto me (admit it, admit it)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
What made you turn on me? (What made you turn on me?)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
Cash Motto policy (policy, policy)
Honesty, honesty (yeah, yeah)
I got a pack on me (I got a pack on me)
I got a stack on me (I got a stack on me)
Get money by honest means (money, more money)
Honestly, honestly (yeah, yeah)
She used to front on me (she used to front on me)
But now she in front of me (now she in front of me)
It’s funny how things have changed (ever so funny)
Honestly, honestly

[Verse 3: LD]
Beg gemmin’ it
Wanna act like you bang for the girls
You’re a fraud and a damn shame (gem)
I still lurk, I still serve
I still get harassed by these damn jakes (these pigs)
Approach this G with caution
Know how to stand in a man’s face (trust)
But it’s calm, we can all be rude (we can do it)
I just smash man up in my Loubs (smash)
Keep thinkin’ that you’re safe at these shows
And awards ’til my 67 gang intrude (gang)
I make mum so proud (mum)
She used to hate all the things that I do (trust)
She don’t even know what I rap about
But it’s legally payin’ my dues (legally payin’ my gang)
I get love from the bluefoots
Cocos, lighties, and Asians too (yeah, all of dat, all of dat)
They’re in love with my violent past
And the music too (yeah, all of dat, all of dat)
I get Ps from the boxes I bruk down
And the show life too (aight)
And honestly I’m still in the field
Two Ls with a four four two (let’s lurk, gang)

[Chorus: Chip]
You should be honest, G (you should be honest, G)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
Admit it, you’re onto me (admit it, admit it)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
What made you turn on me? (What made you turn on me?)
Honestly, honestly (honestly, honestly)
Cash Motto policy (policy, policy)
Honesty, honesty (yeah, yeah)
I got a pack on me (I got a pack on me)
I got a stack on me (I got a stack on me)
Get money by honest means (money, more money)
Honestly, honestly (yeah, yeah)
She used to front on me (she used to front on me)
But now she in front of me (now she in front of me)
It’s funny how things have changed (ever so funny)
Honestly, honestly

Chip – Winter Time Lyrics

[Hook]
Yeah, in the winter time, it gets cold
Tracksuits, boots and coats
I do mic and my friends do road
In the summertime, they’ve got snow
Year 9, started doing my thing
Year 10, hit school in my Timbs
Year 11, in a league of my own
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Bringing that heat again
Like we’re back on Heat FM (mic check, 1-2)
Trust me, the winter’s cold
Chipmunk’s got the heat for them (fire)
Taking shots, I’m Luke Cage
If I dish them out, I’m on Arsenal (cannon)
If I lick that shot, I will harm you
Football head like Hey, Arnold
King of my, king of my
King of my castle (royal)
Delivery on Royal Mail
I’ll write a bomb and pass the parcel (hold that, fam)
Mad ting sad ting
The game’s cold, I adapted
Gelled in any habitat that I tapped in
Checked out when I cashed in
Yeah, Finsbury Park, check T, get shaped nice
On the 406 on a late night
West End, chopsticks on a date night (swag)
Fly boy getting ras cuh I spray nice
Mad hours I be putting in work like a trap boy
Vampire ting, I hate daytime (yeah)
Man engage when I gauge mine
Pull up on the set and just spray like

[Hook]
In the winter time, it gets cold (freezing)
Tracksuits, boots and coats (swag)
I do mic and my friends do road (more time)
In the summertime, they’ve got snow (juuging)
Year 9, started doing my thing (ayy)
Year 10, hit school in my Timbs (swag)
Year 11, in a league of my own (early)
Years, I’ve been doing my ting (yep)
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting (yep)
Years, I’ve been doing my ting, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my thing

[Verse 2]
I feel what’s coming in due course (timing)
Do my ting, go do yours (‘llow it)
Tek man’s gyal, that’s true, darg (facts)
Do my ting or do yours (sliding)
You can’t take me for a fool, darg (never)
Got more bars than a crew, darg (numbers)
Have your whole crew like “oh lord” (god)
Man know when I strap, that’s danger (mad)
Prass, like I’m born in a manger
Why you looking at your boy? He can’t save ya (no)
Man can’t get saved from the saviour (never)
Independent, mind of a major (yeah)
Do it on my own, done it, would amaze ya (standard)
Who’s that saying grime scene saviour?
You ain’t me, fam, do me a favour (‘llow it)
Bar for bar, can’t test man, later
Get it then, get it now or later
Blud, I don’t give a fuck how you feeling (nah)
Cash Motto, only here for the paper (gang)
Get waved, then I touch mic, what’s the outcome?
Could be a mixtape, could be an album
Could be an EP, could be a three-piece
Still got lyrics for anybody doubting, listen

[Hook]
In the winter time, it gets cold (freezing)
Tracksuits, boots and coats (swag)
I do mic and my friends do road (more time)
In the summertime, they’ve got snow (juuging)
Year 9, started doing my thing (ayy)
Year 10, hit school in my Timbs (swag)
Year 11, in a league of my own (early)
Years, I’ve been doing my ting (yep)
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting (yep)
Years, I’ve been doing my ting, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my ting
Years, I’ve been doing my thing