Chip On My Shoulder lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd]
(I'm Kured)
All this fake love
Hope my dawgs still love me the way I love them
We been way up
Everybody hands out, if I say no, it's, "f*ck him"

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Just the pants and the shirt damn near cost a nickel
Been broke all your life, you ain't gon' never solve the riddle?
She throw that neck for everybody, she the artificial
These n*ggas never drop sh*t like they argumentative
Pull up to the scene, they like, "There go Marc, b*tch"
If gettin' money is a must, then I can't smell your armpit
Same b*tch you hatin' on me to gon' f*ck me off rip
Used to wear my dog's sh*t, now I'm up dog sh*t (No cap)
Yeah, can't leave the game, b*tch, I'm knee-deep
Yeah, never needed hoes, b*tches need me
Just took a trip to Arizona, not the sweet tea
Stopped tryna do fraud, but it's hard when everything free
Just f*cked the sh*t out your thot to a deep sleep
n*gga, don't get beat by the chop like Chief Keef
Swan, that's my brother, you see him, then you gon' see me (My n*gga)
SWV, I'm the reason your b*tch knees weak
You might catch me daydreamin' 'cause I stay schemin'
n*gga, you a fake demon, your b*tch late creepin'
When you call, she fake sleepin' while she take semen
Count money, I keep prayin', had to thank Jesus
When we slide on a n*gga, b*tch, that Drac' singin'
Loaded 40 on me, loadin' up some bank pieces
n*gga, check the scoreboard, 'cause we ain't even at all
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, why you ain't believe in your dog?
Damn, I had visions seein' us ball
Baby, why you ain't believe in your n*gga?
Yeah, what you ain't see in your n*gga?
Guess you thought you seen in those n*ggas
Ayy, huh
Ran up some money I thought I'd never have
Chip on my shoulder reason why I'm in my bag
Now I'm on posters, I got friends I never had
My b*tch get spoiled 'cause she really never ask
A hundred choppers, strike me wrong and that's your ass
If it's a problem, pull up suited like The Mask
Hopped out my feelings, then I hopped right in my bag
Got out my feelings like my teeth was hurting bad
Yeah, left her in the past
Ayy

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
f*ck a hand thing, I really carry cake
Spend a band eating Flemings damn near every day
Financially unstable, you's a featherweight
I show up twenty minutes late so we ain't gotta wait
You b*tches ain't suckin' di*k, please evacuate
If it ain't come from California, put your pack away
I pull up on you in this Lam', that's how I navigate
Laminate obituaries when they pass away
Hey, we ain't looking for no problems 'cause we got enough
I tell 'em pay me what you owe me, this is not enough
Free the Skipper, what's his number? n*gga, call him up
We ain't forgot about them numbers you was tossin' up
I put him on, ain't never double back and follow up
He just tryna rock Dior and get his follows up
I posted hella n*ggas' bail, that was out of love
A lil' hatred gon' always come with a lot of love
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, why you ain't believe in your dog?
Damn, I had visions seein' us ball
Baby, why you ain't believe in your n*gga?
Yeah, what you ain't see in your n*gga?
Guess you thought you seen in those n*ggas
Ayy, huh
Ran up some money I thought I'd never have
Chip on my shoulder reason why I'm in my bag
Now I'm on posters, I got friends I never had
My b*tch get spoiled 'cause she really never ask
A hundred choppers, strike me wrong and that's your ass
If it's a problem, pull up suited like The Mask
Hopped out my feelings, then I hopped right in my bag
Got out my feelings like my teeth was hurting bad
Yeah, left her in the past
Ayy

[Outro]
(I'm Kured)