My Ones - CHIP, Ms D

Mighty Mouse

That spells real trouble

Last summer, I cried tears

At Benga’s funeral, the day my brother got nine years

Writer’s block, heart stopped, oh my god, I need my mind clear

If the good die young then tell me why the fuck am I here?

Studying my purpose, laying out my spirit in these verses

24 sounding like a sermon

If lives can be taken in a flash, others snap

Then these rappers only diss me cuh they don’t think that I’ll shank them

And safe, where we going now?

Cuh they hate me and I know it now

Always wanting my spot, I guess they show it now

On mic I can’t take a check, the motto’s cash, son

And I don’t make threats, I just am one

Other night, my bro rang from the can, he told me «keep going hard»

VO for them link-ups, he’s really behind bars

I pray you stay safe the whole time, brother

Cuh fuck going prison being my brother

What, you really wanna know how I’m feeling?

Yeah, I smoke weed for obvious reasons

If you was in your teens like me and on the scene like me

And I passed you the zoot, you might need it

I’ve been facing my demons

So keep your opinion, who needs it?

They will bring up what you’ve done wrong but not your achievements

I’ve got everybody judging me, leave it

Keep your credit for me, I can call on God when I need him

These showers don’t wash my sins away

But I pray I’mma be OK

I face devils in town on a day-to-day

Just pray You keep all my ones safe

And these showers don’t wash my sins away

But I pray I’mma be OK

Just pray You keep all my ones safe

(I pray You keep all my ones safe)

I pray You keep all my ones safe

(I pray You keep all my ones safe)

I pray You keep all my ones safe

And big up all the girls I thought I wanted

Who ended up as ones I thought I wanted

Fuck naming names cuh that’s a long ting

But I ain’t tell you love me, hope you’re doing lovely

And if I’m such a fuckboy, don’t tell no one that you fucked me

Courtesy of late nights of me and my thoughts

Cutting people off like «nah, I don’t wanna talk»

So tell me what your manor’s like, mine’s kinda mad too

Circle full of clean hearts, my friends still got stab wounds

Backstage in Manchester blazing zoots

Like tell Charlie I’ve got angels too (amen)

It’s good vibes only when I roll through

But all I see is fuckery, this a halo tune

Cuh nowadays the yout dem are so lost, they don’t want no job

Rather eat another man’s plate, I’m like «oh God»

I ain’t sold no box, you trap, nigga?

So what

I’ve got weed like a shotta and I don’t shot

Man, it takes a lot to stay positive in negative times

I’m not a wicked man, still lick you with the wickedest rhymes

Bun your gun talk, you’re stuck if I stick you with lines

Still alive in the stickiest times

Been rushed cuh Chippy don’t run, took the check on my ones

Got back up on my ones, now I stick with my ones

What, you really wanna see me dead?

Just do it then

I’ll be living till my time comes

These showers don’t wash my sins away

But I pray I’mma be OK

I face devils in town on a day-to-day

Just pray You keep all my ones safe

And these showers don’t wash my sins away

But I pray I’mma be OK

Just pray You keep all my ones safe

(I pray You keep all my ones safe)

I pray You keep all my ones safe

(I pray You keep all my ones safe)

I pray You keep all my ones safe