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Born to strive, I'll always thrive Rap is my morning drive I recall being all deprived Now I write songs and perform 'em live I've toured and flied across borders, I've Crowd-surfed, done all sorts of dives Dimes faint when touching my Jordan fives Our name is buzzing like hornet hives C-H-I-double-L, you know how the name is spelt Chill Bump we done made ourselves A name without a dumb label's help Microphones, we done made 'em melt Turned turntables to piles of ash My crew 'bout the craft As long as Bankal got a new sound to blast Pass my pad and two pounds of hash And move out our path, 'cause you clowns is ass Dudes' styles is wack, your new album's trash The blind lead the blind, and whose down to last? See, we bound to stay, and you bound to pass And I know the name will live on the day my clique gone I guess I am blessed, like Drake and Big Sean But glad that our lives ain't a sitcom that they can pick on We ain't wanna make a hit song To embrace the fame and create a shitstorm We just wanna travel, play then get gone Get paid to rap and live safely, withdrawn Live calmly, nothing fancy We authentic and that's what the fans see Fuck trends, you know we don't care Up in this bitch and ain't going nowhere Oh, yeah Fuck what they say, we here to stay Up in this bitch and ain't going ain't going ain't Up in this bitch and ain't going no, going no Up in this bitch and ain't going ain't going ain't Up in this bitch and ain't going nowhere, oh, yeah Fuck what they say, we here to stay Up in this bitch and ain't going ain't going ain't Up in this bitch and ain't going no, going no Up in this bitch and ain't going ain't going ain't Up in this bitch and ain't going nowhere, oh yeah Props to kids who copped my disc Who got my name on their top five list Top of the line, y'all got my gist? We got rhymes to make you drop lifeless Your squad's signed, but they ain't hot like this Y'all shining, but the plot might twist I leave rappers in the spotlight pissed Ain't a mean asshole that can block my fist Peace to you fans who keep compiling These tracks like they some unique compounding Fiending every time we release these albums Guaranteed, there won't be nothing weak about 'em Beat after beat, keep your speakers pounding Theme after theme, we leave people wilding B and I are beasts, we be styling We the foulest team since Zeke and Shaolin And we all about quality over quantity That's what we stand for, we growing constantly No pressure, it ain't no anomaly Fuck a fake front, that's what no one wants from me Fuck fame and your fake ass fantacy We authentic and that's what the fans can see Fuck trends, you know we don't care We up in this bitch and ain't going nowhere Oh, yeah Fuck what they say, we here to stay Up in this bitch and ain't going ain't going ain't Up in this bitch and ain't going no, going no Up in this bitch and ain't going ain't going ain't Up in this bitch and ain't going nowhere, oh yeah
Writer(s): Nicola Roberts, Iain James, Leigh-anne Pinnock, Perrie Edwards, Jesy Nelson, Jade Thirlwall, Fredrik Ball Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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