[Verse 1: Chip]
Last year, I was in ATL, tryin'a put the UK on (London boy)
I'm always covering American beats, so let me do a UK one (Naughty Boy)
White girls wanna see me in the charts, black girls say my mixtape's hard
I went left for a minute, went right for a minute, now I've got the balance, I be going hard
So somebody better cut me a check
Name a top rapper, I'll be after his neck
I just want the money n***a, and the respect
N***as sayin' they're killing them, but nobody's dead
What do I bring? Originality, yes, but they're biting my style 'til there's none of me left
Come on, you heard my tape, then you made your tape, so tell me why your CD's dead
I'll be covering my ears like la la la, Your words mean nothing I'm like "Blah blah blah"
I want baby money, no ga ga ga
These rappers are my sons, call me da da da
Better yet, they ain't my sons, they're my foster kids
I ain't Madeline, nah, they ain't lost the kid
See, my Muslim n***a did his whole bird, he said inshallah we don't fuck with pigs
No snitching, no snitching, one more time, no snitching
Hating ass n***a wanna murder me?
Suit yourself, but you better shoot the witness
Don't know if you clocked, but times have changed
I've been killing spitters since my grimy days
The rappers taking notes on my shit, and every penny counts, you can't keep the change

[Verse 2: Chip]
What goes around, comes around, that's true
So she can fuck the whole crew before she fucks you
Girls on the jam with some young fly n***as
Star Jazz Sean got Ithala smiling
My white man Chris, he my real n***a too
And Jerimiah made the real n***a churn
Still getting cake, call it belated plus I got shit to celebrate too
"Reload" hit the chart bup bup bu
London Boy get around me, wanted bup bup bu
I don't want no trouble, trust me
If you wanna trouble me, trust me, you can get it how you want it bup bu
A.R. be the crew bup bup, 30g watch to 22 bup bu
To anyone sleeping on me, I'll catch you in your dreams
Hey, this is for you bup bu
[Hook: Sam Smith, Chip]
I'm covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la (Yeah, and I'm knowing this one's massive)
I'm turning up the volume when you speak
Cause if my heart can't stop it, I find a way to block it, I go
La la, la la la... La la, la la la... (Ay, is he the little kid in the video nodding his head to this bit?)
La la, la la la... (I swear, I'm against all negativity, trust)
La la, la la la...
Ay, Team Tip, I swear, I'm coming
I'm taking my time, but I'm coming

[Outro: Chip, Sam Smith]
I found a way to block it, oh
I found a way to block it, I go (I feel like I'm finally having fun again)
Oh Team Tip, I'm coming
I promise, I'm coming
I'm taking my time, I'm coming