Nams - Salute (feat. $!MZ GUV)

I been running to the check
I been running to the check
Nigga get out of my way
Niggas showing me respect
Niggas keep talking I'll shoot
Bad lil bitch keep her too
I'm going back to my roots
Real nigga gotta salute
I been running to the check
I been running to the check
Nigga get out of my way
Niggas showing me respect
Niggas keep talking I'll shoot
Bad lil bitch keep her too
I'm going back to my roots
Real nigga gotta salute
Real niggas gotta salute
Fake niggas getting the boot
Imma pull up and I'll shoot
If you force it Imma do it
Imma pull up with the squad
I'll put a price on your neck
Have em bring it back to me on my thrown just so niggas can eat off my cheques
I can get down and get dirty when niggas be playing me
Fuck all the bullshit don't say it please
I'm a boss nigga they paying me
To make the tracks that you be dissing
I made a rack then invested in jewels
Then made it back cuz I got all juice
Niggas talk shit but we blocking the noise
I'm blowing up cuz I ain't got a choice
I'm building companies
CEO nigga inside of me
Toss that bullshit beside of me
Young and 18 but I got my priorities
TNG gang so my whole squad is proud of me
I got the juice inside of my anatomy
Haters be filling up with all that jealousy
It ain't my fault that these niggas are mad at me
I'm steady winning while they are not doing shit
I been running to the check
I been running to the check
Nigga get out of my way
Niggas showing me respect
Niggas keep talking I'll shoot
Bad lil bitch keep her too
I'm going back to my roots
Real nigga gotta salute
Real nigga gotta salute
I been running to the check
I been running to the check
I been running to the check
I am the king of this shit
No better than me at this shit
Somebody step in the ring of this shit
Go bar for bar someone bring me some shit
Some competition to prove to the world that I belong at the very tip of this shit
My bars be stinging and shit
Nams ain't just singing and shit
Really be killing this shit
Ending some careers and shit
This shit is a must, I turn niggas to dust
I been moving it up and in god we trust
Bitches ain't know me when I was, working on this
Now I got it, they hitting me up
Niggas trynna shit on my champaign, campaign
And if he try me then that be his last day
I'm in the booth when they drink on a sad day
Niggas ain't change, no shift, no drag race
Ou, niggas can't match, can't be me
Ou, niggas can't match, can't see me
Ou, niggas get mopped, get squeegee
Ou, niggas ain't grown they PG
Hardhead, yea my noggin a kettle
Doing the dash till I get to the medal
Run up the racks till she get the stilettos
Play with the strings, I'm the king of the cello
I’m climbing the ladder
You begging for wishes but I ain’t Aladdin
Stop asking for handouts cuz I made this happen
I’m cooking these niggas like they were some salmon
I mean it
I’m a pro gardener, I got the greenest
Dynamic duo, Serena and Venus
Dirty lyrics but my fits are the cleanest
Looked in the mirror, saw the goat as an image
Dog I’ve been balling and this ain’t a scrimmage
The way I’ve been snapping you’d think I’m a menace
Diamonds stay white like my jeweler’s a dentist
You ain’t up to par got the bars of a legend
Say that you’re ready, I ain’t even stretched it
Your cap is my warmup I’m not even flexing
Bag for my brethren, I’m counting up blessings
Ain’t one to mess with, hope you got the message
Salute

Written by:
Jaspi Namwira, Jeyi Namwira, Simbarashe Gavi

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