Lyrics
I actually need to be, like, literally watching the screen
Cause I can't count the bars
Yo, uh
Back when I was just a kid thinkin bout shit that I did
Thinkin bout running the city, who is gone run this shit with me
Don't call me Biggy I'm limping
Changing positions, I'm switching
I'm chasing after the riches
Ain't got no time for no bitches
Busy on top of a mission
Set a new target and hit it
We playing scrabble with old folks
Ain't got no time for no old jokes
Your bitch is coming with dad jokes
Death to a **** who ever try off me
Woah
Way out in Eldos yo girl call me pappi
Woah
I'm hotter than coffee
Yo bitch a softie
Woah
She suck my dick like a toffee
You cannot pop me
Sipping on Gordon's
My bitches foreign
Need a new day for my late nights
Burned a joint and trying to spark it
Burning tires, tried to park it
Yeah we really on some dark shit
White boys wearing khakhi
Melanin, call me blackie
Fuck the bullshit, man it's tacky
Fake **** tryna trap me
All these haters tryna dap me
Calling magogo to re-up
Beat beat
Beat lithint'okoswazi
Baby nyakaz', ungang'moshel' iskhathi
Buka nalamatshe agcwel' entanyeni
Umswenko uconsa ngat' uthwele ngamanzi
Hayibo, buka
Bakhala, lomsind' ubathint' okocansi
Ladlal' ibhenqani
K'phela nenkani
S'bhuquk' izulu, sek'netha nemali
Nginephupho, ng'fun' uk'phumelela
Ubunzima bunok'bang' intukuthelo
Umden' awuyimiselang' uk'lekelela
Makukhany' okwelanga ng'badonsa bonke, sesiyobelesela
Wanna see oledi l'that' umhlala phansi
Off the crib, k'qhakazek'ekasi
Get my sister swag, isdwadlo k'be uswazi
Lil' brother swiping kuze k'phel' inkani
Pills in the gnome
Real never home
Where did he go wrong
We'll never know
Still, never show emotion in the street
Balaclava hide the feels and he won't
Acknowledge his own faults
Act hard but he's so soft
Road to riches but he won't cross
Look left
Look right
Ice burning and the white turn them into Ike Turner
Living life urban in a nice neighborhood
Good kids in a mad city want the bad bitches, Instagram bitches
But the bag missing and the swag pimping
**** grab titties and they milk that till it's mad empty
Okusele kusala nawe
So I'm calling the plug for the re-up
Then make a classic, Aaliyah
See, I'm on the rise and the stars are aligning and I'm on a bus to Moriya
Lady, hop on while I'm here
A ho sana nex yo re thibang
Gooi one at your boy when you see him
Magubane, I'm no plug, I'm a healer
Vele ngiyayiphika
Gata lenna, sa chechele morago. No bofa diteki retjeye magato
Rediye masepa bafele lerato
Say gone till November, letle le mefago
We talk it and back it up
Bought it, I bag it up
Lock it and sack it up
Toss it and add it up
On with the cycle
I aim at the heart of the rival while raising the arm with the rifle
He's gone
Written by: Kabelo Mosotho Motshweni
