Skitso69 - Black Sheep

Skitso69
I'm up now
CEO shit
SMG from life

Now I'm about to pop my shit
Fuck
Pull up on your block, call me Rambo
All chrome lights, thing max, go with camo

Check, I put this shit together with a game plan
They did grind nigga so I call yo ass a yes man
All guts, no glory
Album number 5 still tellin' my story

Fuck nigga
Roll up backwards just to get my mind right
Perfect the art, stay away from the limelight
I got the cane from the OG's

So when I walk inside the circle they all know me
That's facts
We run em out then we proceed
Double back, get the bag, split it with the G's

Get rekt
I put the city on the map, what is you on
Steppin' in just steppin' niggas fresher than the newborns
Be up, sit up in the DM, that was fight right

Call her city nice, nice, she can get the pipe right
Hold up, a young God tryin' to get his check up
Married to the game so you niggas get your weight up
Told your niggas now who I am, where I'm goin

Put in more work, now the resume growin
It took a little while, now you niggas finally get it
I'm a legend in the making, now a nigga finally winnin
They was never on my side, they tellin' me hella dream

Keep sayin' that I need work, now tellin' me what it mean
Man I pop my shit
Cause I can back my shit up
If you ain't fuckin' with me, then fuck it

It's still SMG for life
But like I said, I'm the huncho nigga
My own money, my own label
Check

I came in with finesse, they said I couldn't stand
Went rounds with the best, they tryin' to keep me in
Now I'm shinin' all the rest, expectin' way more
Not settlin' for less, you tryin' to keep me down

Look, that's somethin' that you can't do
I just be my mind, you can call that shit a breakthrough
Hands down, I don't know nobody, I ain't fuckin' with me
You got Apollo with the message, you can come and get me

When I was 15, wrote a 16
In the kitchen for the dope fiends, cup full of lean
Now I'm grown, thinkin' way bigger, wasn't born stillin
Flow colder than the fuckin' winter, eat wrappers for dinner

I ran the mile, I'm the chosen one, now they askin' how
I was broke, then I made it out, now I'm the go-to child
Gained a fan from the hate, yeah, that rosette was cool to me
Your girl wanna know about me, told that bitch to Google me

I just wanna tell you how I get it now
Worth a couple million, so try not to feel offended now
My blood pump off the hate, man, I need that
Self-made, bossed up, you niggas can see that

I'm like that, bring a bitch back, never see me lack
On the mic, man, I spit crack, how you love that
Real rap, all you niggas cap, I can get you wet
Run it back, tell them run it back, how they love that

Yeah, and we been on
We don't need you niggas
Now y'all wanna fuck with us, bitch, y'all see us up there
Fuck all that bullshit, homie

Like I said, the self-made
SMG shit
Thanks for watching

Written by:
anthony denegal

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