Chip of the old block

Chip of the old block, My city knows me better, yeah. Sheep of the old flock, My city made me savage, eh. Pull up with a black thotti, under jean black Glock, since they killed my dawg, I got moves like John Wick. Them hoes didn't laugh when a nigga told a joke. I'm chip of the old block, sheep of the old flock, At the corner of Katondo street im sipping im Coca-Cola. From Katondo to Lusaka, we hustle everyday, VERSE Lusaka raised me, hustle skimz in my DNA, No matter where I go, I carry the hood in my veins.. I know the streets, I know a face. I know the rules, of the game. If you know where I'm from, then you know why I'm this way. Chip of the old block, I'm carving my own path, King of the old flock, ain't following the pack. They talk behind my back, let 'em talk, the facts I'm too busy chasing dreams, putting Zambia on the map. From the dusty little corners where the collded heart grow. We ain't asking for permission, we just kick down the door, If the city made me savage, then I'm giving it more.