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Nasty C
Nasty C
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Wishkoski
Sam Wishkoski
Songwriter
Jacob Dutton
Jacob Dutton
Songwriter
Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo
Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nasty C
Nasty C
Producer
Mike Manitshana
Mike Manitshana
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
Sam Wishkoski
Sam Wishkoski
Producer

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Yeah, yeah Yeah How many times do you think I fell? How many times did I go through Hell? When they told me that I, I, I, I, I, I I wouldn't be nothin' How many times did you think I'd cry? They were holding me down and I kept my smile When they told me that I, I, I, I, I, I I wouldn't be nothin' I'm used to not having, nobody bother Suddenly we all came from the bottom Now I'm supposed to share my blessings with all them Like I never, earned my stripes, like I bought 'em (yewena) When shit got hard, I got harder (yewena) When the money got small, I stood taller I played all my finesse cards right 'cause I'm a charmer I get that from my father and a couple step mamas I can't even rest now I'm staying out 'til morning Peeking out my window, I'm looking out for the stalkers Gotta stay alive at all cost 'cause we young black bosses If I had been broke another year, I woulda lost it Cautious, working hard, bitch I'm in my pocket, I'm in my case and I'm in my office I'm still on my raw shit With all my scars and flaws, bitch I found my light when it was the darkest (yeah, ah) How many times do you think I fell? How many times did I go through Hell? When they told me that I, I, I, I, I, I I wouldn't be nothin' How many times did you think I'd cry? They were holding me down and I kept my smile When they told me that I, I, I, I, I, I I wouldn't be nothin' Where they at? Abekho When you hop inside the ride, it's like ngishis' impepho All my hands inside my pockets, kugcwele iZesto I told 'em only I decide, if I'm special If you don't see who run it now, get your specs, bro I'm humble as a fucking child, I'm on they neck though I clean up in Balenciaga and made a mess though, ooh Ooh (I made a mess) Ooh (I made a mess) Ooh (I made a mess), yeah Ooh (I made a mess) Ooh (I made a mess) Ooh (I made a mess) Ooh (I made a mess), damn How many times do you think I fell? How many times did I go through Hell? When they told me that I, I, I, I, I, I I wouldn't be nothin' How many times did you think I cry? They were holding me down and I kept my smile When they told me that I, I, I, I, I, I I wouldn't be nothin'
Writer(s): Samuel Wishkoski, Jacob Brian Dutton, David Ngcobo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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