Allow It

I ain’t in a crew with no emcee
Why 'cah i do this thing by myself
You ever been out in a group, got jumped
And are fighting back by yourself?
I’ve got so many bangers I could have a soundclash by myself
With myself
Win or lose
All myself
Like
Spray you in a crew with 'dem man (Ah)
Aye, take that L by yourself (Damn)
Fuck all the strengths in numbers
I come through on the mic, just me (Gang)
Keep your opinions on me, thanks
'Cah I can’t put those in the bank (Nope)
Like trust me, I know about taking shots (Mmm)
But they didn’t kill me, it was blanks (Brrrr)
And fuck all the threats on Twitter, my nigga
'Cah tweeting is what birds do
Social distance from dem man dere, is it COVID or is it bird flu?
Lik how embarrassing
Fam, I don’t know nothing, but I know I’m talented
All you bitchs just social climbers
And all you niggas just bait wagonists
Bandwagon ting, I’m not having it
Nah, never have and never will be
They make me stronger or kill me
I was born this way, you feel me?
Like, how many man pitting on my downfall?
I’m still here like we’ll see
Yo, these emcees ain’t
My nigga, my boots are filthy (He's gone)
I ain’t in a crew with no emcee
Why 'cah I do this thing by myself (Feel me?)
You ever been out in a group, got jumped
And are fighting back by yourself? (I have)
I’ve got so many bangers I could have a soundclash by myself (Yeah)
With myself (Yeah)
Win or lose (Yeah)
All myself (Yeah yeah yeah)
Yo
I don’t want to hear about «the kid is cold»
When these times I’m nearly 30 (Stop)
How you gonna question my ting
When you weren’t 16 moving 30? (Huh)
Like hardly hard, look who’s talking (You)
I was 19 with a mortgage
You said I’m ahead of my time
I guess everyone caught up, but I’m still corpsing
Yeah, Chip’s too cold (Facts)
Made man famous (Facts)
Made gyal famous (Facts)
They showing their cards
But when I snap? Khalas
Talk about a Chip VS Chipmunk
If you wanna chat 'bout who might be colder than me
I don’t wanna hear your boss talk
I was a young bull bossing man older than me
Got me going on sick man
I’ve been the lick man
Since Ice Kid and Sickman
If they do you how they did me
On my life, you’d quit fam (Mothers)
It’s not how many years
It’s what you did in 'em
Age don’t make you a big man
Big man, listen up
Round here, quicksand
Don’t use me to get lit fam, no
I ain’t in a crew with no emcee
Why 'cah i do this thing by myself
You ever been out in a group, got jumped
And are fighting back by yourself? (Mwad)
I’ve got so many bangers I could have a soundclash by myself (Ay!)
With myself (Ay!)
Win or lose (Ay!)
All myself (Ay, ay, ay!)
Yo
Woo!
God, I’ve got wings (laughs)
When you’re at the top of the shelf
Everybody’s reaching
Some disguise as preachers
But we know dem boy are leeches
Remain calm, and keep focused
You’re too grounded to be clowned at your shoulders