Cutthroat by Silas Lyrics
[Verse]
What is the problem
People be talking that shit, I'm arriving
Silas the man, but I never get violent
Fuckers be pulling out, guessing they wild'n
I just do not give a fuck though
Living my life so cutthroat
Cause I never had a fucking dollar
Never been a scholar
Never been a baller
Never been shit, never been shit
They screamed in my face, and now they ride dick
I came with the sauce, been at it for years
I shine over here
They really don't know my past
Lemme go ahead and break it down for you
I was down for you, had to bounce on you
It's like that
Cause you on bitch shit
Cut off my bitch, shit
Cause I'm bout this shit
Rapping for life, said I never would miss this
Mama in the kitchen, and I really really miss it
And I'm working my per diem, everyday like go figure
But they never understand that I'm tryna go bigger
Tryna do one show, and I make six figures
Tryna make the crowd bounce to the bass sound with you
Got your shawty in my bed, and she begging me to hit it
But I'm here, stacking my money
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Coming for necks, slicing the throat
Stay sexy and don't get murdered
People be speaking on my name, I never heard of you
Bitch you know I'm [?] I ain't 'bout to throw words with you
This is real life
I do rap shit, I'm out Gotham
Going batshit, I'm 'bout that shit
Not that shit
I rep Rattpack, no whack shit
I'm 'bout that shit, and I'm ghost
What is the problem
People be talking that shit, I'm arriving
Silas the man, but I never get violent
Fuckers be pulling out, guessing they wild'n
I just do not give a fuck though
Living my life so cutthroat
Cause I never had a fucking dollar
Never been a scholar
Never been a baller
Never been shit, never been shit
They screamed in my face, and now they ride dick
I came with the sauce, been at it for years
I shine over here
They really don't know my past
Lemme go ahead and break it down for you
I was down for you, had to bounce on you
It's like that
Cause you on bitch shit
Cut off my bitch, shit
Cause I'm bout this shit
Rapping for life, said I never would miss this
Mama in the kitchen, and I really really miss it
And I'm working my per diem, everyday like go figure
But they never understand that I'm tryna go bigger
Tryna do one show, and I make six figures
Tryna make the crowd bounce to the bass sound with you
Got your shawty in my bed, and she begging me to hit it
But I'm here, stacking my money
Posted with Post
Coming for necks, slicing the throat
Stay sexy and don't get murdered
People be speaking on my name, I never heard of you
Bitch you know I'm [?] I ain't 'bout to throw words with you
This is real life
I do rap shit, I'm out Gotham
Going batshit, I'm 'bout that shit
Not that shit
I rep Rattpack, no whack shit
I'm 'bout that shit, and I'm ghost