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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyson Sybateli
Tyson Sybateli
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thabiso Moya
Thabiso Moya
Lyrics
Katlego Mammone Thema
Katlego Mammone Thema
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyson Sybateli
Tyson Sybateli
Producer
Feziekk
Feziekk
Engineer
Dooushii
Dooushii
Producer

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Niggas was pocket watching on a daily I just dropped a tape it's never late to hate me Your Gee want a favour his Queen want a favour Those 3 want some paper My team need some paper They need me to save em I need to start saving Cause I never had enough anyway I never had no luck anyway I sold those drugs in the highest grade My bro got caught with it anyway I gave my love to a higher place I heard enough of your lil complaints And Im tired of the simp shit How you want free tickets Entry at brunch but for me most y'all never did shit Handouts, let's speak on it real shit After that stage homie people changed real quick Still on my Dulcé I'm tryna get a deal shit Fuck it my pockets still skinny like me Boys start a business and look here at me To front em that float and get back a receipt You don't think at all if your planning on me And you hoping I fall but you man isn't me And I don't think Nobody is hungry as me I got nothing myself best believe, Homie geez And you got your hand out Homies to camp out, throw me a band now Yo, I can not give Fan out, Say you my mans now Bro how's the fam round, boy I cannot give Hand out boy I cannot give Handout boy I cannot give Teli don't come round the block no more Cap Boy I cannot give And you got your hand out Homies to camp out, throw me a band now Yo, I can not give Fan out, Say you my mans now Bro how's the fam round, boy I cannot give Hand out boy I cannot give Handout boy I cannot give Teli don't come round the block no more Cap Boy I cannot give Oh you have the Rona, huh Just got your diploma, huh Your homie now working, huh Months they was searching, huh You ass not a worker, huh Say you got purpose, huh You tryna get a bag, say you got a plan Okay, but you short on funds? Problem is dudes never work enough Ayt but you say you working, huh? You put on shows, at clubs on the low And shii I pullback the curtain bra You got a show with promoter's and stuff And those acts that you need to promote is us Promo dudes always tryna short me funds On the timeline tryna show me love Leave my dms with that, bro it's love Tweeting my links just to hit me up And I was on radio momma was happy Next time on radio papa was happy Vid played on TV I ain't see it sadly These other artists still act like we hanging, we not Shit just changed on em opps I dropped tape top 20 every space Homie face it, you gang? no we not Camp out, throw me a band now Yo, I can not give Fan out, Say you my mans now Bro how's the fam round, boy I cannot give Hand out boy I cannot give Handout boy I cannot give Teli don't come round the block no more Cap Boy I cannot give And you got your hand out Homies to camp out, throw me a band now Yo, I can not give Fan out, Say you my mans now Bro how's the fam round, boy I cannot give Hand out boy I cannot give Handout boy I cannot give Teli don't come round the block no more Cap Boy I cannot give
Writer(s): Thabiso Moya, Katlego Thema Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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