Slate The Great - God's Gift

Yeah
Hola Mfethu
Yo Keenz, I think we should tell 'em bro
(What should we tell 'em?)
I think we should tell 'em
Yeah
Tell 'em that I'm God's gift When I'm on a beat they be like Slate you moving godly
Shout-out to my haters man I swear I wish 'em Godspeed
You ain't talking money then I beg you change the topic
Tell that nigga stop it, tell that nigga stop it
I can never quit cause to be broke is not an option
Man if you ain't winning then I swear I find you toxic
I can't be accustomed to this jealousy and gossip Tell 'em niggaz stop it, tell 'em that I'm God's gift
When I'm on a beat they be like Slate you moving godly
Shout-out to my haters man I swear I wish 'em Godspeed
You ain't talking money then I beg you change the topic
Tell that nigga stop it, tell 'em that I'm-
Whoa shii, they know I don't miss cause when
I drop I'm dropping hot shii
Play this in the club I swear it's 'bout to start a mosh pit
Can't befriend these niggas cause they fake and on some opp shii
Tell 'em niggaz stop it
Tell 'em that I'm up next ,upset, can't fail if my talent is God blessed
I chase checks, chase bags, break necks and I ain't gon' stop yet
I'm steady moving, still improving if my, God is with me I ain't losing
Man my music's of a higher standard
That they couldn't even reach it if I gave them ladders
It ain't propaganda
I'm the greatest rapper They can hate the talent but can't deny I have it Man my, flow switch so sick
I don't miss
My verses stay potent
When it comes to the music
Man I'm the best youngin' in my city like Foden
I'm focused, my pens golden
On my momma man I'm never folding
Man I'm danger, gevaar, I'm a hazard, attractive, I'm smart and I'm critically handsome
Man I love all the real ones despise all the haters cause I cannot tolerate slander
Give me a beat and I'll rip it in pieces
There's no instrumental the great cannot handle
Cause this type of flow they ain't heard before
I want carats and greens like a herbivore
I want carrots and greens like a-
Relax, I know they can't handle the facts
When the zaga, the nyuku ,the cash and I pray to my father that I'll never lack cause He got my back, understand?
Man this wasn't part of the plan
If life is a book then my favorite chapter will be the one after I'm getting the bag and tell 'em I'm God's gift
When I'm on a beat they be like Slate you moving godly
Shout-out to my haters man I swear I wish em Godspeed
You ain't talking money then I beg you change the topic
Tell that nigga stop it, tell that nigga stop it
I can never quit cause to be broke is not an option
Man if you ain't winning then I swear I'll find you toxic
I can't be accustomed to this jealousy and gossip
Tell 'em niggas stop it, tell 'em that I'm God's gift
When I'm on a beat they be like Slate you moving godly
Shout-out to my haters man I swear I wish em Godspeed
You ain't talking money then I beg you change the topic
Tell that nigga stop it, tell 'em that I'm

Written by:
Yibanathi Slate

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