Texty
Won't y'all take a look at that sign up there, see what it says?
I'm talking about the message, what it stands for
Now what we need to do is we need to keep everything in our neighbourhood, everything black
Black owned with black money
Just like the Jews, the Italians, the Mexicans and the Koreans do
Ain't nobody from outside bringing down the property value, it's these folks
Yeah, yeah
(Trill Gang)
Uh huh
Yeah
Uh
The summer is supposed to be ours
If we can land on the moon, there's hope for the stars
'Break us all out' was the mood when I wrote you these bars
Soul searchin' in the hopes to get close to the god
Growin' pains, cuttin' people off 'cause we growing apart
Guess they don't know when to stop
I should've known from the start
Wanna dim this little light of mine, I glow in the dark
Rhymin' off beats, still the message is close to the heart
All in my bag, won't start trippin' and fumble it, man
I'm in my luggage, I'm not discouraged, I humbly brag
That's how I does it, you gotta love it, pardon the swag
Jordan like buckets
Ballin' like ''"Fuck it, they gotta be mad''
That's how the game goes
You can learn a lot from a player coach
Know the rules, well enough to bend 'em, that's the approach
Payin' close, attention, the devil is in the details
**** gotta have it even way before the presale
Oh he got a girlfriend?
(Yes)
He fine anyway, you better watch this man or somebody might steal him
I hate that I need you
Hate to admit that I need you
I blame it on my little ego, it's fragile and see-through
Your reputation precedes you
The way that you movin' is lethal
You have the audacity, damn, I just couldn't believe you
If breakin' a heart was illegal they'd give you the needle
You don't need a reason, I see you
Written by: Solomon Khoza, Tshegofatso Seroalo