Chief - Yizzy

Shut your mouth, you chief

You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief

You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief

Get your wig split suttin' like chief

Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief

Auntie are chief, uncle are chief

Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat

What?

What?

What’d you know about that one, chief?

So I said bun that don’t rate highly

Thundercat, no word of a

Man ah flick up the suttin' like Sword of Omens

For anybody that say I ain’t hard (Yeah!)

Oh my god (Yeah!), I got parred (Wah?)

Lies, never get parred in the dance (Yeah!)

I don’t wanna hear no chat 'bout hard

When your boy dem are bitch like female darg

Darg, can’t call man darg

Bun all the chat, manaman a get scarred (Yeah!)

Boy, I’ll make ya say hi to the lord (What?)

Dem boy likkle man will never be hard (Yo)

Boy better know my manaman are so solid

You don’t really wanna roll deep for the war (Trust!)

My mandem are nasty

You will get sha-la-lank inna war like

Oooh, oooh

I’m dirtee like Double E said (Yeah)

Jumpin' around like Jammer on sets (What?)

Swing my 'ead like man have got dreads (Trust)

Sideman, you’re the bad bit of bread (Yeah!)

Said you’re alive but you’re actually dead

Tek man’s phone, come from the set

Your wifey’s tryna drop me a text, you chief

Shut your mouth, you chief

You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief

You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief

Get your wig split suttin' like chief

Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief

Auntie are chief, uncle are chief

Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat

What?

What?

What’d you know about that one, chief?

What you know about that one?

Pull up on a mad one, just like SafOne

When I’m writing a bar, it’s a mad one (Trust)

When you’re writing a bar, it’s a crap one (Dead)

Wheel up?

Nah, you ain’t ever had one (No!)

I make tunes for the next gen, mad one

You make tunes when your girlfriend leaves you

And you can’t get no gyal, sad one (Trust)

Ain’t got no time for the haters

Last month, I was in two papers (Trust)

If you saw the smile on my marjay’s face

Then maybe you would understand

Why I’ll lick down anybody tryna stop greatness

What’s the update?

What’s the status?

They say don’t listen to the haters

And I tell 'em that I’m okay like Gracious

Yeah, you know it’s a Lewisham ting

When I touch mic, Lewisham ting (What?)

If a man’s talking South East London

And he says grime, it’s a Lewisham ting (You know the ting)

What about-?

Nah, Lewisham ting (Yeah!)

Hold up, bun dat, Lewisham thing (What?)

I’ve got bruddas all over the map

But when I rep ends it’s a Lewisham ting, you chief

Shut your mouth, you chief

You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief

You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief

Get your wig split suttin' like chief

Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief

Auntie are chief, uncle are chief

Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat

What?

What?

What’d you know about that one, chief?

Shut your mouth, you chief

You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief

Your mandem are chief

Auntie are chief

Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat

What?

What?

What’d you know about that one, chief?

Shut your mouth, you chief

You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief

You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief

Get your wig split suttin' like chief

Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief

Auntie are chief, uncle are chief

Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat

What?

What?

What’d you know about that one, chief?

Shut your mouth, you chief

You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief

You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief

Get your wig split suttin' like chief

Your mandem are chief, gyal dem are chief

Auntie are chief, uncle are chief

Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat

What?

What?

What’d you know about that one, chief?