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Thato Saul - Life Is Gangsta
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thato Matlebyane
Thato Matlebyane
Songwriter
Theo Kekana
Theo Kekana
Songwriter

Lyrics

I know you looking down I got demons right on my shoulders Street politics weighing like a ton and feel like a choker I know you see the need all for me to get me chauffeur Cause I get home and fall on the sofa Ke lamegile thata mei boss hoka mpona Bano nthuba fela call ka ghost ke thoma lo bomb'a Bowa ka kasi mei boss ke shwella lo bloma ladi laas ko apetsi glass you cant be a goner Tap in with you after school You know lil conversations had me thinking about what is cool That had me thinking about what is cruel Remember you gave me jewels when I ran around with my crew Getting in trouble Remember I had 35K counting it with my mama All cash got it out the street for that bag it was drama Since 05 I maneuver the streets without any cuddle Then I get home ducking that leather end of a buckle I said fuck it I got no shame Especially nchecke nou ka gold watch e tswile ka chain Nakwe otlo tima e mpethile thata flop neke shorta Ke shwile mei em a mpotsa "Thato Lesley o fetsa lo boda" Studio ka tsena ke khotsofatsa le pelo ka kota Wang kutlwa ko beya leka polelo ya corner Mei boss pelo eng goisa bohloko ke lucky ka khona Ko kuka byang di award mola wena o steng Leo theosa lebavlane ka 2.5 kamo pitseng Ke hwella ko dimu wang kutlwa hore nekitseng Kona Mabadi ale a straata wa mpona di nkeditseng Zamo spina ka rap kei putsisa nthwe etlo tanya neng Neko plaka leka cover Le katjeno ara fya ka ghost ba itsi nna ra fa Haona bondlolo wa lahla sight waka thoma lo tswafa Byanong laas jaar mo lekeisheneng gun e bethilwe thata Ke sure Pheli e breakile record di mpya dino sata Rip di caption court case kedi saka Mei boss hae sale crime ba banchi aba shwella le zaka Maketsi ko Jozi ba mpolela thata Grootman ko botsa fela manyeme ka starta van hono tshwana Ke apile nthwela tsena Diepkloof thata keba nyaka Ma outie aka ba botsa lo nkriye kae ko kgalema taba Fuck Afriforum only Smith we acknowledge ke Bontle Aka tshabela selo pruwaka wilo kriya kamontle Bona taba e ke sigela wena fela Kamkgo ke bonang nako mo straateng e thomo fela Kannete career e thomoi fetola di ana treasure Ase hore enemy tsaka tsamo Pheli di mpeyile pressure Nywamenu bo bohle ase selo ene nkanoi prove'a Flopo nou ke ahile nthwe ka bona nka noi lose'a Lore e fihle ke hlokomele motho fela stranger Ho shwella taba e kesae itsing jealous ke danger Mei boss ko hopotsi thata 4AM speeding home with some tears in my eyes I could've killed for you but you gon become my demise The hoods calling my phone homies let me know that you foul I start to be MIA wasn't hanging at the lost and found But that shit gets me nervous What if I'm not there when my homies get shot Or catch a body on purpose Don't even smile anymore like my face is stuck Facts I be ducking shit in the hood I'm grateful they never struck I felt depressed I wasn't there when my big homie was buried Taught me the street code ever since those lessons I carried Don't turn in your grave I walk the route that you really paved Pheli's way too small for the secrecy that I craved When it feels like depression That load down leaves a pretty impression When I carry this weapon I wonder if its just regression My only cap is when I keep it bottled up Feel depressed because some of my homies kept my opps cuddled up Tears in my eyes as I write this When it feels like depression I pray to Jesus I fight this Really got G homies cutting their wrist, don't wanna slice this We planned to rob this nigga now you treating him the nicest I was 11 years old I was jumped right on my street I ran home came back with a blade had to cut him a piece Probably the only rapper ran from the police Nightmares of dying in a shootout and going out cheap Matter of a fact it feels like a dream My lil homie just caught a case for armed robbery We were on the corner it had me down I believe His daddy my big homie he just got freed properly When it feels like depression I drown my pain in alcohol risking my heart condition Rest in peace to my fallen homies will I become a rendition Because the PTSD from the dead bodies I saw don't do me well As I sit and feeling my mind give me hell I never fell
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