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Ey Okay Promise you they gon' remember the name I put that shit on my grandmother grave Counting these blessings I cannot complain I don't be stressing it's part of the game I got nothing to lose and whole lot to gain Been through the pressure I'm used to the pain I don't know how you lil niggas was ey I don't know how you lil niggas was raised Two person party inside the estate Planning on flexing until I get strained Show me a strain I'mma set it ablaze Shawty so bad she cannot behave She on her knees like she tryna get saved Throwing it back like the shit a ey Aye, throwing it back like the shit a bouquet And I'm fucking her like we could die any day Nobody better I'm resting my case Never say never I'm never afraid When I make history they want it erased Don't give a fuck I be having my way I'm in the cut I got smoke in my face I just love being the nigga they hate I ain't letting you niggas retire with grace No way no way I'm the one with the keys to the safe Say grace, more plates Tell your favourites ain't nobody safe Big Bag, get that Make waves, Sinba Ay, Ok I'mma have have to do it to em again Bitch I been back in ma uhhh, back in ma Bag yeah back in my Hermès These niggaz so outta uhhh So outta pocket they moved into purses Still in the streets with the Qwa Fede me pah if I got it I earned it Bitch I been back in ma uhh, back in ma bag Yeah I'm back in my Hermès I came from struggling with blood at the Bottom To havin' a shawdy with blood in her bottom's I'm still in the trap and the trap is still gruesome You gotta transform or fall like autumn See they tried to block him But they couldn't stop him Ntwana my tenacity's taming the city The game isn't pretty but keep all your pity I'm here for the crown and I'm taking it with me Ngipheth' amashooter apheth' amacooler Re kenya snaai ko di icing Ba re this cake is enough to share But fuck it I barely leave icing Got a nice ting' right beside me When that ass shake shit is seismic She putting numbers on the richter, while I'm flipping numbers getting richer Bitch I been back in ma uhh, back in ma Bag yeah back in my Hermès These niggaz so outta uhhh, So outta pocket they moved into purses Still in the streets with the Qwa Fede me pah if I got it I earned it Bitch I been back in ma uhh, back in ma bag Yeah I'm back in my Hermes Uh Aye Back in the day it was koko-ko Now I step the Benzo They want a photo Bet you niggas ain't know that I'm Solomon Which just means that I'm getting This solo money I got too many styles And you monotone Ke Lepara my dawg and I'm stone cold Undertaker, the game in a chokehold Underground with the sound But we go gold All my haters are mpahlas They all fold How you comfortable breaking the Bro code Yeah, that nigga a bum & a bozo Double bookin' I'm fuckin' up both shows Only triple A grass Where the G.O.A.T goes No way no way I'm the one with the keys to the safe Say grace, more plates Tell your favourites ain't nobody safe Big Bag, get that Make waves, Sinba Ay, Ok I'mma have have to do it to em again Bitch I been back in ma uhhh, back in ma Bag yeah back in my Hermès These niggaz so outta uhhh So outta pocket they moved into purses Still in the streets with the Qwa Fede me pah if I got it I earned it Bitch I been back in ma uhh, back in ma bag Yeah I'm back in my Hermès
Writer(s): Clendy Lebogo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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