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Allow It Video (MV)




Performed By: Chip
Length: 2:51
Written by: Jahmaal Noel Fyffe, Ronald LaTour




Chip - Allow It Lyrics
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I ain't in a crew with no emcee
Why? 'Cah I do this thing by myself
You ever been out in a group, got jumped
End up fightin' back by yourself?
I've got so many bangers
I could have a sound clash by myself
With myself
Win or lose
All myself

Like spray you in a crew with 'dem man (ah)
Ayy, take that L by yourself (damn)
F*ck all the strengths in numbers
I come through on the mic, just me, gang
Keep your opinions on me, thanks
'Cah I can't put those in the bank (nope)
Like trust me, I know about takin' shots (mmm)
But they didn't kill me, it was blanks (brrt)
And f*ck all the threats on Twitter, my nigga
'Cah tweetin' is what birds do
Social distance from dem man dere, is it COVID or is it bird flu?
Like how embarrassin'
Fam, I don't know nothin', but I know I'm talented
All you bitches just social climbers
And all you niggas just bait wagonists
Bandwagon ting, I'm not havin' it
Nah, never have and never will be (mm-mm)
They make me stronger or kill me (mm-mm)
I was born this way, you feel me? (Yeah)
Like, how many man prayin' on my downfall?
I'm just still here like we'll see
Yo, these emcees ain't startin' the lever
My nigga, my boots are filthy (he's gone)

I ain't in a crew with no emcee
Why? 'Cah I do this thing by myself (Feel me?)
You ever been out in a group, got jumped
End up fightin' back by yourself? (I have)
I've got so many bangers
I could have a sound clash by myself (yeah)
With myself (yeah)
Win or lose (yeah)
All myself (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yo
I don't want to hear about, "The kid is cold"
When these times I'm nearly thirty (stop it)
How you gonna question my ting
When you weren't sixteen movin' thirty? (Huh)
Like hardy-har, look who's talkin' (you)
I was nineteen with a mortgage (fool)
You said I'm ahead of my time
I guess everyone caught up, but I'm still corpsin' (brrts)
Yeah, Chip's too cold, facts
Made man famous, facts
Made gyal famous, facts
They showin' their cards
But when I snap? Khalas
Talk about a Chip vs Chipmunk
If you wanna chat 'bout who might be colder than me
I don't wanna hear your boss talk
I was a young bull bossin' man older than me (blatt)
Got me goin' on sick man
I've been the lick man
Since Ice Kid and Sickman
If they do you how they did me
On my life, you'd quit fam
It's not how many years
It's what you did in 'em
Age don't make you a big man
Big man, listen up
Round here, quicksand
Don't use me to get lit fam, no

I ain't in a crew with no emcee
Why? 'Cah I do this thing by myself (ah mi man)
You ever been out in a group, got jumped
End up fightin' back by yourself? (Mawd)
I've got so many bangers
I could have a sound clash by myself (ayy)
With myself (ayy)
Win or lose (ayy)
All myself (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yo
Woo
God, I've got wings
Hahaha, Chippy

"When you're at the top of the shelf
Everybody's reachin'
Some disguise as preachers
But we know dem boy are leeches
Remain calm, and keep focused
You're too grounded to be clowned at your shoulders"
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I ain't in a crew with no emcee
Why? 'Cah I do this thing by myself
You ever been out in a group, got jumped
End up fightin' back by yourself?
I've got so many bangers
I could have a sound clash by myself
With myself
Win or lose
All myself

Like spray you in a crew with 'dem man (ah)
Ayy, take that L by yourself (damn)
F*ck all the strengths in numbers
I come through on the mic, just me, gang
Keep your opinions on me, thanks
'Cah I can't put those in the bank (nope)
Like trust me, I know about takin' shots (mmm)
But they didn't kill me, it was blanks (brrt)
And f*ck all the threats on Twitter, my nigga
'Cah tweetin' is what birds do
Social distance from dem man dere, is it COVID or is it bird flu?
Like how embarrassin'
Fam, I don't know nothin', but I know I'm talented
All you bitches just social climbers
And all you niggas just bait wagonists
Bandwagon ting, I'm not havin' it
Nah, never have and never will be (mm-mm)
They make me stronger or kill me (mm-mm)
I was born this way, you feel me? (Yeah)
Like, how many man prayin' on my downfall?
I'm just still here like we'll see
Yo, these emcees ain't startin' the lever
My nigga, my boots are filthy (he's gone)

I ain't in a crew with no emcee
Why? 'Cah I do this thing by myself (Feel me?)
You ever been out in a group, got jumped
End up fightin' back by yourself? (I have)
I've got so many bangers
I could have a sound clash by myself (yeah)
With myself (yeah)
Win or lose (yeah)
All myself (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yo
I don't want to hear about, "The kid is cold"
When these times I'm nearly thirty (stop it)
How you gonna question my ting
When you weren't sixteen movin' thirty? (Huh)
Like hardy-har, look who's talkin' (you)
I was nineteen with a mortgage (fool)
You said I'm ahead of my time
I guess everyone caught up, but I'm still corpsin' (brrts)
Yeah, Chip's too cold, facts
Made man famous, facts
Made gyal famous, facts
They showin' their cards
But when I snap? Khalas
Talk about a Chip vs Chipmunk
If you wanna chat 'bout who might be colder than me
I don't wanna hear your boss talk
I was a young bull bossin' man older than me (blatt)
Got me goin' on sick man
I've been the lick man
Since Ice Kid and Sickman
If they do you how they did me
On my life, you'd quit fam
It's not how many years
It's what you did in 'em
Age don't make you a big man
Big man, listen up
Round here, quicksand
Don't use me to get lit fam, no

I ain't in a crew with no emcee
Why? 'Cah I do this thing by myself (ah mi man)
You ever been out in a group, got jumped
End up fightin' back by yourself? (Mawd)
I've got so many bangers
I could have a sound clash by myself (ayy)
With myself (ayy)
Win or lose (ayy)
All myself (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yo
Woo
God, I've got wings
Hahaha, Chippy

"When you're at the top of the shelf
Everybody's reachin'
Some disguise as preachers
But we know dem boy are leeches
Remain calm, and keep focused
You're too grounded to be clowned at your shoulders"
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Writer: Jahmaal Noel Fyffe, Ronald LaTour
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