Gotta Rap
(Silent Grind)
(Frankie $teeze in this Bitch)
(You know what I'm sayin')
(Sometimes you just gotta keep your distance)
(Niggas be jah, jah plotting on you)
(U hea me)
(Too many niggas watching and shit)
(Too many niggas hating)
(Not enough niggas showing love)
(So you know what I'm saying you gotta keep doin your thing)
(Uh, Uh)
Say that I'm this
Say that I'm that
But I Gotta Rap
It's a lot of fake love
When you in the streets
But imma adapt
Did it all on my own cuz niggas wasn't tryna give me the map
But I never complain
I remain the same
Got knives in my back
Got knives in my back
That shit came from rappin
When I got my buzz buzz buzz
Niggas start cappin'
But I knew of this shit
Always knew what would happen
Cuz all of my OG's they put me onto the game
Before it could happen
So I'm peepin they style
I'm gettin money I'm here for a while
Niggas say hot but they really be mild
Crankin dat shit when I'm passing the crowd
My girl going deaf cuz I'm smoking the loud
She want a kid but I can't do a child
Sometimes I can't think cuz my head goin wild
The hoes gone talk and they say that I'm vile
But I just be drippin', I came from the Nile
Say that I'm this
Say that I'm that
But I Gotta Rap
It's a lot of fake love
When you in the streets
But imma adapt
Did it all on my own cuz niggas wasn't tryna give me the map
But I never complain
I remain the same
Got knifes in my back
I got knifes in my back yea
You would think I was lackin'
But I just be gettin to the bread
Always be stackin'
And these niggas be hatin
So I'm watching for ops yea
But this shit keep on goin goin goin
Rest In Peace Pop Yea
Just wait til I drop
I'm bout to kill em' just give me the rock
I'm in a foreign I skrrt off the lot
My foreign she bad she fuck up the pot
I'm missin my niggas I'm smoking a lot
Toatin' my shit it but it don't got a box
My brova stay silent, he move wit dat Glock
Born in the city where niggas don't make it
I'm feelin blessed I just came from Jamaica
Say that I'm this
Say that I'm that
But I Gotta Rap
It's a lot of fake love
When you in the streets
But imma adapt
Did it all on my own cuz niggas wasn't tryna give me the map
But I never complain
I remain the same
Got knifes in my back
Put these niggas on game
But these niggas they lame
I'm just happy it happened before fame
Feelin like Prince I got that Purple Rain
I'm in the cut with them bombs like Hussein
Juggin' them racks yea
They come fast like Usain
WTF is you sayin?
You and me not the same yea
I rap I fuck up the show
We steppin' wherever we go
Big steppin' I'm reppin'
When you in my section
You know a young nigga the goat yea
Them bottles you see that they glow
At the club, them bitches come with throat
No 8 Mile that bitch gonna choke
Keep on winning
I'm giving em' hope
Say that I'm this
Say that I'm that
But I Gotta Rap
It's a lot of fake love
When you in the streets
But imma adapt
Did it all on my own cuz niggas wasn't tryna give me the map
But I never complain
I remain the same
Got knifes in my back
(Frankie $teeze in this Bitch)
(You know what I'm sayin')
(Sometimes you just gotta keep your distance)
(Niggas be jah, jah plotting on you)
(U hea me)
(Too many niggas watching and shit)
(Too many niggas hating)
(Not enough niggas showing love)
(So you know what I'm saying you gotta keep doin your thing)
(Uh, Uh)
Say that I'm this
Say that I'm that
But I Gotta Rap
It's a lot of fake love
When you in the streets
But imma adapt
Did it all on my own cuz niggas wasn't tryna give me the map
But I never complain
I remain the same
Got knives in my back
Got knives in my back
That shit came from rappin
When I got my buzz buzz buzz
Niggas start cappin'
But I knew of this shit
Always knew what would happen
Cuz all of my OG's they put me onto the game
Before it could happen
So I'm peepin they style
I'm gettin money I'm here for a while
Niggas say hot but they really be mild
Crankin dat shit when I'm passing the crowd
My girl going deaf cuz I'm smoking the loud
She want a kid but I can't do a child
Sometimes I can't think cuz my head goin wild
The hoes gone talk and they say that I'm vile
But I just be drippin', I came from the Nile
Say that I'm this
Say that I'm that
But I Gotta Rap
It's a lot of fake love
When you in the streets
But imma adapt
Did it all on my own cuz niggas wasn't tryna give me the map
But I never complain
I remain the same
Got knifes in my back
I got knifes in my back yea
You would think I was lackin'
But I just be gettin to the bread
Always be stackin'
And these niggas be hatin
So I'm watching for ops yea
But this shit keep on goin goin goin
Rest In Peace Pop Yea
Just wait til I drop
I'm bout to kill em' just give me the rock
I'm in a foreign I skrrt off the lot
My foreign she bad she fuck up the pot
I'm missin my niggas I'm smoking a lot
Toatin' my shit it but it don't got a box
My brova stay silent, he move wit dat Glock
Born in the city where niggas don't make it
I'm feelin blessed I just came from Jamaica
Say that I'm this
Say that I'm that
But I Gotta Rap
It's a lot of fake love
When you in the streets
But imma adapt
Did it all on my own cuz niggas wasn't tryna give me the map
But I never complain
I remain the same
Got knifes in my back
Put these niggas on game
But these niggas they lame
I'm just happy it happened before fame
Feelin like Prince I got that Purple Rain
I'm in the cut with them bombs like Hussein
Juggin' them racks yea
They come fast like Usain
WTF is you sayin?
You and me not the same yea
I rap I fuck up the show
We steppin' wherever we go
Big steppin' I'm reppin'
When you in my section
You know a young nigga the goat yea
Them bottles you see that they glow
At the club, them bitches come with throat
No 8 Mile that bitch gonna choke
Keep on winning
I'm giving em' hope
Say that I'm this
Say that I'm that
But I Gotta Rap
It's a lot of fake love
When you in the streets
But imma adapt
Did it all on my own cuz niggas wasn't tryna give me the map
But I never complain
I remain the same
Got knifes in my back
Credits
Writer(s): Franklin Lesesne
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