Chips

I need a sponsor
Been the shit before a toddler
The Bronx bomber I do it all for mama
In a Malibu cruising through Atlanta like the Marta
Ain't nothing been harder since the 2nd carter
What it do, I'm taking off like it's a departure
The playa patna poet in the polo boxers
The boy nauseous but staying in a funk is so obnoxious
I had to febreze to free up my conscious
I made a promise, no way that I could let the devil win
Handling the bars and I'm still peddling
Paid for the studio
Paid for the videos
Paid for the publishing
I'll never sell a soul
Celibate I don't see nobody fuckin' with me
Looking for a fuck but I couldn't find any
I was in the scope but they couldn't see it in me
You know the industry a little fishy

Tell me where were you
When the chips fell down
Now that I stacked 'em up
Everybody wanna come around
1 step forward
2 steps back
Like a boomerang I was able bounce right back

My boy in a slump right now
And I don't know exactly what I could do but keep supply the groove
It's all critical in this stage in our lives
You believed when I didn't way before the hype
When I needed it the most gave the best advice
We gon' make it 'til we never have to see a price
We like puff and biggie, dame and jigga
Bad boys roc your hoe on the road to get richer
A beautiful mixture watch it settle in
As I ride my own wave for relevance
Won't end up a waste because negligence
So much elegance this is rap excellence
If ever came off as being arrogant you probably deserve it
Never got support now I curve it
Said I couldn't do it so did it on purpose
Never nervous navigating to my purpose

Tell me where were you
When the chips fell down
Now that I stacked 'em up
Everybody wanna come around
1 step forward
2 steps back
Like a boomerang I was able bounce right back



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Gordon
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