Say What You Like

[Intro: Chip] You know when them ones just got bare tings to say about man? And no one don't even really know me Addressed to you [Verse 1: Chip] Those who taught the world the shit about me Don't even know shit about me Talk is cheap, so they afford it still They wanna eat off Chippy's plate but they can't afford the bill And I've heard it all before Cuss who's on top, been there before Another kid sending, I've heard it before They talk like they ain't heard me before I'm done with supporting the cause, ayy, look, man I don't bite bars, I'm teething They just bite the hands that feed 'em Wanna diss Chip but they need him Say what you like Cuzzy, do your thing, I'mma do mine Cuzzy, do you and I'mma do I And I ain't selling out grime I'm just selling out grime (units) And now that I'm on top They wanna help me down, fine [Hook: Chip](x2) Say what you like, I couldn't give a rock scully I does me, I do me, that's why I gets money I never tried to be something I wasn't, fam And that's why your opinion doesn't bother man [Verse 2: Skepta] Yo, Chippy said I can say what I like So let me spit the real ghetto gospel into the mic No word of a lie, no hype A lot of these MCs couldn't be badboys on the road So they picked up their pen and paper And tried to get a little sly But I ain't in it, a lot of these MCs diss us But they don't hate us It's just an excuse to say my crew's name in a lyric You make an album to showcase your talent But instead, Ghetto made Freedom of Speech And said my name every two minutes Man wanna go to the mountain Go to shows on the tour bus Next time, make an album, not a CD full of war dubs And next time you want a beat, just call us And I don't mean to be funny Before Devilman disses me again He better get his bank card, go to the bank And give Maxi some money Yeah? I'm out Actually Man better stop calling me bruv and fam And you ain't even been to my house, show [Hook: Chip](x2) Say what you like, I couldn't give a rock scully I does me, I do me, that's why I gets money I never tried to be something I wasn't, fam And that's why your opinion doesn't bother man [Verse 3: Wiley] Yo, made "Eskimo" when I weren't looking I made "Snowman" when I never had a booking You ain't real, can't carry out orders You've got a lot to learn, more to put in I've had 'em up in a 24 bar rally Was a sinner on night bus, now I get £2 grand bookings Even vinyl got sold And I was shotting 'em out the car boot That's why I can't leave When I try and leave, can't breathe I would rather live amongst thieves When I walk through the park, a whirlwind of leaves Surround me, I'm blessed but my name ain't Jeez I get Ps, I know this game As well as I know about the birds and the bees So it don't make sense convincing me I ain't no otherwise, you won't peek around me Don't rap with Eski, the champ is Eski The camp is dangerous, words don't affect me If I was at your stage show, you wouldn't detect me Never sent for my troops cause I protect me, fam I protect me The England manager, he would select me Still a badboy like DJ Maximum [?] please witness, haters can't forget me [Outro: Wiley] Say what you like, init I'll say what I like, init Fucking shit mix CDs that you're putting out on the fucking road Likkle mix CD where you bill up when you're in your likkle studio when you bill up likkle shit