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Tryna keep my dawgs outta the dog pound You already know, for my niggas I'm going all out Lil nigga, wat'chu talkin' 'bout? I was 16 when I made it out my mom house Private locations, they cannot find us Can't describe my touch without the midas Heart of a tiger, concrete jungle survivor We was tryna multiply while they was tryna divide us, uh Yeah, and you telling stories nobody buyin' Yeah, you telling stories, they know you lyin' We ju' over here laughing at you and smokin' the finest I'm starting to lose respect for these niggas that I admire Realized most of them is livin' double lives But fuck it, I'm dropping hits and this shit one hell of a high Don't you doubt me, I'll ride if it's ever 'bout me and mines Damn! Look, but you can go ahead and try But swear to God, I promise you not gonna survive But you can pull on the boy if you really ready to die I don't feel, I'm too ill Try your luck if you will To make it out the bottom takes skills Free my guys on those fields Originalz, originalz Cannot duplicate it too original You the copy cat, we the originalz Cannot duplicate it too original Hold on a minute, I bet you thought I was finished I've been back to back, big blunt smokin', high as a pigeon, uh Came from the trenches, got niggas stuck in the trap So you know it's never a gimmick whenever I kick a rap Yeah, came from the trenches and now I'm up in the building So I understand if you motherfuckers hate me for living Ju' keep your distance, don't fuck with me and my niggas 'Cause I promise that we gonna do you dirty like the dishes Rich in spirit but I still get visions of Mansa Musa Money on my medulla, ducking all the' Medusa's I know they know I'm different, they watching how I manoeuvre I'm bustin' down all the doors, never needed no one's approval, nah Never needed approval Everyone that said they made me can never make 'em a new one I'm fucking up her wall, she asked me for this bazooka Then I tell her get lost like the Planes that flew over Bermuda, bitch! I don't feel, I'm too ill Try your luck if you will To make out the bottom takes skills Free my guys on those fields Originalz, originalz Cannot duplicate it too original You the copy cat, we the originalz Cannot duplicate it too original Do recall that I am an Original A hybrid I cannot be killed Eternity is an awfully long time Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah I don't know the meaning, what is competition? Had no room for living, I was in the kitchen I became a genie, why you niggas wishin'? I became a target, why you niggas missin'? Moving like a legend, moving like a legend They healing from my words, I'm feeling like a reverend Moving like a legend, moving like a legend Making all this fire really my profession, yeah This what you came for Days were up and down just like a seesaw I only got a peep and had to see more Hunger pains can really make your head sore Fuck the other side, fuck the other side My niggas too loyal, they never switchin' sides Pay attention to the things they make you normalize Pay attention to the things that people glorify Do you believe in yourself? I had, I had keys in the trap I got niggas still in the trap I got niggas, haha, still in the trap
Writer(s): Mzawamadoda Binase, Sababalwe Fiphaza, Lesego Kyle Mnyandu, Modisaotsile Godfrey Mvundla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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