Silk Daddy - Can't Stop, Won't Stop (Freestyle) (feat. ALONA)
I got my MTV I'm a....IMA SAVAGE
IMA SAVAGE
OOO
IMA SAVAGE
WHATEVER I WANT IM GOING TO GET
As a youngin' thought I'd make it to the league, shot was Stephfortless
But then I started fucking round with rap, perfected penmanship
Mom and pops came from music blessed me with this excellence
Then Ye changed the game up I swear I been a menace since
Recklessness and negligence furthest thing from heaven sent
Preaching like a reverend and my lyrics are the testament
Real ass nigga you can't take me out my element
Bitches bring distraction all I'm focused on is Benjamin's
Tryna get so rich I got money in my next life
Nigga I'm a star you just sitting on the bench nice
Lil Tesla body type of shit you wanna test drive
I fuck with my plug cause I get it for the best price
How a non believer turn into the fucking preacher
I'm in Cancun but really feel like Tyler in Geneva
DGS that's a flex I'm just pledging my allegiance
With the shit that y'all be putting out you barely been competing
I don't move with the trends cause those fans are often fleeting
I don't know if it's the drug bars but dog your fans are sleeping
Honestly they been dozing off
Some would say you going soft
Putin acting up so I won't find my Agent Romanoff
Hates it when I rap but like a song where she can sing along
She ain't wanna fuck until a nigga started showing off
Fuck these other artist I could kill 'em all with no remorse
I'm better than these other rappers those are just my sober thoughts
Talking like you next bitch we already wrote you off
Sleeping on you niggas Michael Jackson with the propofol
Getting gifts for nothing always felt that it was Oprah's fault
You get a punch
You get a gun
You get a open Palm
Smoking Za with gramps he was tweaking like he over Nam
Khaled with these hoes yo AJ I need another one
Fuck being friends all you niggas is my fucking sons
Made in the image of none bitch I'm one of one
The Mad Rapper brain ain't right like the Mad Hatter
I feel like Tupac nigga no I Ain't Mad at Cha
I had to come correct cause you niggas is ass backwards
My shit is critically orchestrated you haphazard nigga
WHATS NEXT?
What's next?
I gotta get it
I'm not gonna stay fucking down
Im not gonna stay fucking lying down
Im not, I can't do that man
Stuck inside my ways, but I'm doing okay
A little ignorant but always knew how to get paid
I need a lot, not a little, got my eyes on the game
I'm blowing smoke in the caddy and I'm switching them lanes
Only twenty-one but I'm older than my age
Never switching on my bros, no I'm Staying the same
So if I left you in the past you Wasn't thinking the same
You probably focused on some drama while I'm worried about a check
And I was born to hustle, yea but I could never stress
And you say you blowing up, that's a stretch
Bow down to the best, stepping on they necks
Getting to that paper yea you know I never rest
Said I couldn't do it, I looked at them and said bet
Racking up the stacks, getting to that bag
Whole lotta money and a whole lotta plans
Now they see me winning so I know they feeling sad
Yea, I finally bossed up, on my own stuff
Got them looking at my moves showing fake love
But I don't ever pay attention to them damn scrubs
Distinguished Gentleman, you can't join the damn club
Cause we started in the basements, bars hard like flagrants
Ain't about some business I don't want no conversation
Doing what I wanna, you jus stuck up in the matrix
Bitch I'm with my team sipping liquor, getting faded
Said I wasn't shit, now they all call me amazing
Burning on this weed, it take me to different places
Eyes on the kid and the competition shaking
Used to skip school but it's cool cus' I'm caking
Got it by myself I can't trust you or a lame bitch
Got it by myself I can't trust you or a lame bitch
Yea, we taking off just like spaceships
WHATS NEXT?
Give me something else
What can't you do?
I CAN DO IT!
I CAN DO ANYTHING
Written by:
Malik Morris, Michael Ode'a
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