Rapper Shxt (feat. Micx 97)

I woke up in the morning and got dressed
The problem is I'm such a big threat
All I need is success
They ain't like me, I ain't like these niggas
No sugarcoating if you don't like me nigga
I'll run up in your face and tell you I don't like you I don't like you, I don't like you

We made Slojae down, let's slojae down I coulda had a verse ready but I slowed Jae down
You don't know what it's like, knowing that's your nigga
You ain't dropping it, now you gotta hop on a mic And make sure it's irrelevant
All the permission messages that they left for us
I just hope they left it uncredited Fake niggas is all you be
And I'm arguably one of the goats don't you talk to me, watch it
How you approaching me? Look at the way that I'm moving
All of my niggas they moving in silence
None of these niggas beside us really be moving
You really get the violence In the city where we reside in
All these people be talking to us Like they know where the fuck we come from
But I just keep it one on one
Keep it playing, keep it pushing too
I be making this, take a trip to the fucking stew
Cause fake niggas ain't with me I'm with them real ones
Moving hella deep And I swear to God we gon' kill some
Wake up in the morning and I gotta stay fresh Yeah I gotta stay fresh
I send my prayers to the Lord So I'ma always be blessed
I'ma always be blessed

Woke up in the morning and got dressed
The problem is I'm such a big threat
All I need is success
They ain't like me, I ain't like these niggas
No sugarcoats if you don't like me nigga
I'll run up in your face and tell you I don't like you
I don't like you I don't like you

Yeah I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
I don't trust you
One of my dogs said he bite you
In my hood don't come through
In my city I'm the God
My homies don't communicate with the opps
If you ain't careful we take your spot
Play your bitch like a sport
I said I need more drugs
Two hoes for a thug
He ran up on me, had a gun
I just knew he do none
Talking trash he ain't the only one
Say I ain't a fucking rapper Just a critical thinker
Record songs to bang on the speaker I always end up with banging your sister
I'm like fuck the system I'm the real deal
I'm the pistol I shoot straight to their face
I move slow check my pace I'm Slojae
Don't fuck with me the wrong way My homies are okay
They fuck with me the long way
I promise you we okay
I was out smoking OJ
Yeah I got paid
Can't even complain
Can't even complain
Making means ro stay fresh Stay blessed, stay blessed

Woke up in the morning and got dressed
The problem is I'm such a big threat
All I need is success
They ain't like me
I ain't like these niggas
No sugarcoats if you don't like me nigga
I'll run up in your face and tell you I don't like you
I don't like you I don't like you
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Mikyle Pillay
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