Lirik

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone Hit my phone, hi Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone (Ntshware ka phone, yeah) Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone Hit my phone, hi Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone (Ntshware ka phone, yeah) A true conversation with the homie listen He told me life is a mission you gotta eat bread and go cop you a pot to piss in I know we homies we politic right on the corner we flirt with danger we kissing I gotta wake up and get me a bag I make sure that I'm catching a nigga slipping Armed robbery what I specialize in it be easy as pie gotta open your eye Byor wena o ntjaka you know when the paper get low get a plan then you gotta go ride I got a family to feed no accepting defeat get my gun and I pray to the sky Lil conversation with God before I do my thing and I know you prolly thinking why When I'm robbing any nigga I take any car any figure I pray that they give it up easy dont be Superman and be throwing a fit up Dont really like pulling the trigger Even though that shit dont make me shiver Give up the keys and give up the moneys I be praying to God dont make me pull the trigger Dont really like being that nigga Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone Hit my phone, hi Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone (Ntshware ka phone, yeah) Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone Hit my phone, hi A true conversation with the homie listen Told me he got a lil vision for brighter tomorrow but for now the sun is missing Gotta keep serving these junkies You know this my corner gotta get the bag Get me a plan The shit aint so bad Other than being arrested by the man I got a daughter need food in her stomach You know you my nigga I'm going through this Baby mama tripping SAPS tripping the hood really tripping I'm going through this You know I'm beefing with this other nigga remember the day when he even pulled up I heard he got him a pistol I know he's bitch And I'm doubting he ever could dump But lately I am really thinking about it This shits turning into a mountain My hustle gets me a lil bag but one day I really will get me all up out it Thinking about finishing school I wonder do you think its cool Before I go back to jail or even worse end up dead with nothing to prove Thats something thats deep in my roof Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone Hit my phone, hi Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone (Ntshware ka phone, yeah) Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone Hit my phone, hi Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone (Ntshware ka phone, yeah)
Writer(s): Thato Matlebyane, Regaugetse Leshabane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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