Mero - The Sahara (feat. Jordan Caesar) Lyrics

They think they can rap cuz they freestyle with the bros
They think they can rap cuz that one talent show
They think they can rap cuz they wear designer clothes
And they think they can rap cuz they keep the pole
Well it take one to know one and nigga you don't know me
It take one to know one and nigga you don't know me
It take one to know one and nigga you don't know me
Nah, nah, nigga you don't know me
Come get your feet wet in this gator pond
I take the first shot, wonder why he ain't respond
Cuz he can't respond
Help is not on the way, this ain't first response
Tell Flex, I'm a terrorist, I ain't afraid of bombs
I smell blood in the water like a megalodon
This a missile launcher versus a pellet gun
I'm trying to put the feeling back in storage
I mean restore the feeling
So from the floor to the ceiling, send this bitch up
I pity rappers who go after me
I know it's plenty who say it's ride or die in the passenger seat
Then they turn to tre when it's time to interact with some beef
And looking for props or a dap from the streets
I just stick up for mine like I planted a tree
I just picked up my mind, that's a miraculous feat
Cuz it was in the gutter, I can't actually think
Of the last time I was jazzed to compete
They was playing the blues, feeling blue
And smacking they teeth, making excuses
And slacking on beats, now I'm back to compete
And they asking what I've become
Shit, a monster is what I happened to be uh
They think they can rap cuz they freestyle with the bros
They think they can rap cuz that one talent show
They think they can rap cuz they wear designer clothes
And they think they can rap cuz they keep the pole
Well it take one to know one and nigga you don't know me
It take one to know one and nigga you don't know me
It take one to know one and nigga you don't know me
Nah, nah, nigga you don't know me
It take one to know one
I'm second to no one
My glass is half empty
But cup runneth over
Yo girl coming over
And stayed for bout four months
Her ass is on Wendy
But pockets on Oprah
A world without Yordah
A world without Cola
You cannot f*ck with me
It's not a persona
When I say I'm Lord,
I'm not kidding or joking
You wanna find out?
The doors of church are open
I said I was a sicko, you ain't believe me
I showed you who I was but you chose to see me as something different
Wish that I could love the way you love but it's something missing
Look inside my heart and you will see that it's nothing in it
Look inside my thoughts and you will see that it's something in it talking to me
And y'all just got me out walking the streets!?
Y'all gonna see. It's all true, I'm a dog, I'm a beast
Scarving the beat. Howl at the moon, bark at bitch. Control all, delete
I do it all without tossing in sleep, clawing at sheets
And I'm the one that you're all gonna meet
Call onto me. I'm sick with it, you don't want to start coughing with me
I'm suicidal what the f*ck is a coffin to me?
Don't need a counselor, I got my camp with me
I got two left feet, niggas don't wanna dance with me
I was so down bad, niggas ain't wanna stand with me
And now I got three heads, and you don't stand a chance with me
And she looking for my print, girl look way down
Now my pants sag a bit, cuz they weighed down
Hurt my foot last year, can't put weight on it
But I'm heavy in the game, putting weight on
This for everyone who told me to go to hell
I'll hit the Vince McMahon walk on my way down
Cuz even when I'm gone, I'm still in your head
Now how's that for a mawf*cking seance