Suck Yourself Lyrics - Chipmunk

when 

Instead of doin somethin good with my life 

I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock grown men 

I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen 

If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10 

We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends 

Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns 

One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum 

But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night long 

See man OD'in of the needle and the needle and the bong 

When mornin used to come I'd smell mingin 

The weather was always fucked my line never stopped dingin' 

Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything 

There was nothin we wernt slingin 

Look at me now I'm singin 

At my little sons grinnin 

Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen 

The scene needs coachin 

Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin! 

Suck yourself! 

You don't kill! 

I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still 

Real recognise real! 

You know the deal 

If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit 

I'ma see ya when you make a mill 

When you make a mill 

When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya 

Respected by G's cos I never tried to be one 

But I've been around Dappy and money makers 

It's football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie) 

Uh, I never lie in my bars 

Artist blow and make up a part 

They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin! 

But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs 

And I don't give a shit if ya grinding 

if ya clothes look shit, your'e a tramp! 

I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me 

I swear down these Niggers make me sick 

Na na nii, throw up a C 

Please, Mr Munks all good 

Ya think my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood 

I pass through like sho they show love 

It's an event whenever I shows up 

The money it goes up, day by day 

And baby, pricks should never say my name 

I came, from a place where it's all or nothin' 

So I'ma take all and leave the boys nothin' 

Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit 

Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the shit 

Ey yo Da's look now were winnin 

We use to be in the flats chillin 

Look at me now spittin 

Teeth still grinnin 

Pass through my hood 

Big gully A R chain swingin 

Paid so I'm boastin 

I can burn bread 

On 1 4 corner ways 

Suck yourself! 

You don't kill! (You don't kill!) 

I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still 

Real recognise real! 

You know the deal (You know the deal) 

If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit 

I'ma see ya when you make a mill 

When you make a mill 

Yo 

I was never ballin 

My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were talkin 

Always dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite 

Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black dudes 

Robbin Niggers bare faced 

I knew it wasnt fair mate 

We'd lick a couple lappys 

And we'd meet up at the staircase 

Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in 

Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be grievin' 

And I ain't leavin, so ... 

Suck yourself! (Suck yourslef!) 

You don't kill! (You don't kill!) 

I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still 

Real recognise real! 

You know the deal! (Ungrateful!) 

If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit 

I'ma see ya when you make a mill 

When you make a mill 

Fuck it!