The Mad Rapper - Feel So Good lyrics

Ayo London, New York, wah gwan? I'm Chipmunk, Chip, yeah, whatever Yo, they call me Chip Diddy Chip, don't tolerate lip diddy lip Grab the pen and I'll flip diddy flip You can't deny my history, my pen's still working n***a, right now London's bridge ain't burning Can't out my fire, darg, I ain't out of fire, darg Anyone that told you they could done me is a liar, darg Grime's popping, I ain't never got a thanking I left Hustle Gang and came home to a mad ting Handled it though, I've got more than a handful of flows Hand 'em out single-handedly though f** 'em all, I'm in a league of my own Best thing about rap beef, you learn who's your bros Who's real and who's fake, who's in the Matrix, who ain't Who's concrete, who's plastic, who's sturdy, who breaks Who's switching sides and who's gonna ride Make no man test God's timing, I've been a wordsmith Man who wanna verse me can't out-verse this Yeah, my name's Chip but I'm nobody's fast food Try and make a wing stop here, hold turbulence Up like 7, dere pon Hot 97 Another top boy repping If you haven't seen Top Boy, it's worth checking Check yourself when you're in town or hold a check in 'Nough man a meow, cat my riddims Some man are cats, tek nine shots fi k** 'em Fast-consuming times that we live in Could have man thinking that you're dead when you're chilling I ain't spoke to T.I in a minute I went home, had business, I'm finished n***as chatting sh** 'bout I fell off Oi, shut up, I'll dive back in and still k** it Our father, thy kingdom's come I can't hold my tongue, it's like I've got tongues I watch the news like 'look at what religion has done' I get high as my mind but my spliff's soon done I get my intoxication on I'm rolling spliffs but writing blunt Done alright with the numbers, but counting gets long I've got 99 problems, these rappers ain't one Look, if you can hear me loud and clearly You'll understand lyrically, nobody scares me Now let's play 'spot who's insecure' I know a lot of man don't big me up cuh they fear me Rap to grime, they know I've got that I'm Dizzee, if you start dat, I'll stop dat My n***a, I ain't hiding from my pop tracks p**y, if you pen up, I can pop back If you don't write what you need to, your flow's messy Stop off the heading, I'll off your head then Kick back and have a zoot and laugh with my bredrins Base your style off a next man, that's a dead ting n***as my age calling me old Just cause I was popping when I was looking through the keyhole You can test them other new n***as, not me though Daddy in this ting and I don't touch kids, pedo I ain't Crippng but I'm throwing up a C though Fab with it, I'm a young OG though f** around, cook a tape up for free though I don't hold back, I squeeeeze, go Rap vs. Grime, what the f**?