Lotta Enemies (feat. Giiven Allay)

Gotta lotta enemies
Fucking with my energy
Fuck the shit they telling me
I am where I gotta be
I was born to never quit
Kicking doors until I'm in
Nikka I was born to win
Young and wildin' too legit
I... gotta lotta goals
Never losing hope
Tryna get the dough
Then I get some more
First you get that money
Then you get a bitch
Money come with bitches
Bitches always switch

Woah!... Ballin
I lost my manners
Fuckin' these bitches that write my name on their banners
Left before morning time cause they'll call wedding planners
I... Don't need no suit and tie
Just sneaks and bandanas
Now all these hoes wrote love letters
I'm only climbing the ladder (Ladder)
Bros over hoes you gonn' find me chilled with the fellas
Pussy served on silver platters
We Killin beats droppin bangers

Why you nikkas hate on cheaz
Cause you can't out better him
Go against, you'll face defeat
Try again, that shit repeats
Why y'all nikkas hate so deep like all that shii gonn matter please
Why you tryna poke my skin cause in the end it's you who bleeds
Way up high I hold my chin
On the come up steadily
While y'all nikkas chase a bitch I'm in the studio chasing geez
While y'all nikkas curl in sheets I'm in my room seducing beats
If you think you'll burry me you'll find yourself under six feet

Gotta lotta enemies
Fucking with my energy
Fuck the shit they telling me
I am where I gotta be
I was born to never quit
Kicking doors until I'm in
Nikka I was born to win
Young and wildin' too legit
I. gotta lotta goals
Never losing hope
Tryna get the dough
Then I get some more
First you get that money
Then you get a bitch
Money come with bitches
Bitches always switch

Put the music first
Ain't no other shit
Cause making music always been the first priority (Number one)
When I drop a verse (When I drop it)
Nikkas feel the heat
Ain't afraid to say it loud that I'm the coolest kid (Coolest kid)
Took me way too many years for me to rap like this (I'm a beast)
Took me half my life to realise that I'm the shit (I'm the shit)
Got the music on a date, oh yeah I love that bitch (Yeah I love it)
I got the juice, juice (I got the juice, juice)
I got the moves too (Moves)
I'm with the crew dude (I'm with the crew)
We make boss moves (Boss moves)
I'm a dog like snoop (Yeah)
Roll a blunt on the roof (Yeah)
I'm the naked truth (Yeah)
I'm a dog nikka woof
My shit is outta this world
From the ghetto tryna make it to the burbs
That is why I be putting in work (Work)
No break just work, work
If I did it I can do it again (Do it)
One take, no cut and the paste (Yah)
For the music I'll never complain
Fake nikkas get cut like a fade
Who can do it like me? Nobody (Nobody)
Who can do it like Cheaz? Nobody (Nobody)
Who hustle like us? Nobody (Nobody)
We make something out of nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Siyabonga Motaung
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