Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coward, artist - CHIP.
Date of issue: 22.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Coward |
Yeah |
Sending I do it properly |
I’ve got tough ones for the tough guys |
I’ve got soft ones for the softies |
Oh no (oh no, oh no…) |
Oh no, yo, look |
Stormzy told me he gave you a hook |
But he didn’t say you were gonna diss me |
Coward nigga doing coward things |
Fight your own battles, you sissy |
You can’t run from me cuh |
I know too much, we got history |
Fuck you and your dead chess moves |
One pen, I’ll check you swiftly |
In your book, you said I inspired you |
Like Dizzee or Kano |
Now it’s 2015, I’m Mr Potato |
Not no Dizzee or Kano |
Blud, is that the best you got? |
Oi blud, if that’s the best, then stop |
Cuh blud, when my pen goes sonic boom |
Katy B hooks won’t save you, blud |
Stand back, enjoy the show, don’t get involved |
Don’t give a fuck 'bout millions sold |
Whoever’s still playing the numbers game |
Safe, fuck off, play on your own |
Right now, I’m doing music for the meaning |
Trust me, I don’t wanna change this feeling |
Soundboys get in my way, you’ll get a beating |
Straight up Ctrl + Alt + Delete ting |
You think just because you’re famous |
You’re some Jigga or Drake, my darg, no |
Jigga and Drake got bars, bro |
I don’t give a fuck about Beemers, Benzes |
Downing Street and tailored suits and chauffeurs, darg |
I’ll spin you out your loafers, darg |
I am not the one to approach with bars |
From Eskimo to Sidewinder |
You never got a wheel-up, darg (never) |
Even with all your money |
You can’t buy a wheel-up bar (never) |
I’m not Dizzee or Wiley or Kano |
I’m Chipmunk, them man rate me |
It ain’t safe on the block, blud, trust me |
Chipmunk’s pen’s off safety |
Man will see this and not tweet it |
But I’ve got everyone talking |
Power of the Chipmunk forces |
I’ve got the game all awkward |
Bar for bar I’m on a next ting |
You’re chatting 'bout the past, that’s a dead ting |
Today lyrically, you’re in a neck lock |
I’m not letting go, on my Jess Glynne |
I’m not lightskin or darkskin |
I’m somewhere in between |
I crush grime, then I crush pop |
Guess I’m somewhere inbetween |
But these days, I don’t give a fuck |
If I don’t fit in your scene |
Stay in your lane and don’t swerve, nigga |
You don’t want it with me |
Fuck it, I’m going in hard like I popped a blue pill, bitch |
This is what lyrics sound like |
On the other side of that red or the blue pill shit |
If I ain’t the one who is |
You’re confused, that’s the issue |
Tryna drag next man in your issues |
Next time you go Downing Street |
Better take all your trap niggas with you |
Fucking lost yout |
What you get for that |
(Bluku bye bye, bluku bye bye bye bye bye) |
You get me? |
Cuh when you go Parliament |
And put on your TV voice, your posh voice |
You’re not tryna tell them that you’re out here, like, endorsing the trap |
Take the trap niggas with you to Parliament |
You’re not tryna do that, are you? |
No, you’re not |
Cause you’re on some part time usage for when it suits you |
You’re corny, cuz |
Why you tryna use other niggas for street cred? |
Stand on your own, rudeboy |
You get me? |
One man army on the microphone |
Cash Motto, yeah |