Black Sheep Lyrics

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

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