Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Priddy Ugly
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Nkhalo Zuza
Composer
Andile Sean Sebastian Khumalo
Composer
Serunya Richard Moloi
Lyrics
Nhlawulo Shipambuli Mashimbyi
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MashBeatz
Producer
Herc Cut The Lights
Producer
Shooterkhumz
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I don’t know many men that can rap from the heart
Putting pen to a pad is an art
As a kid I was stabbed at the park
My heart is as black as the dark
You bitch sound like cats when you bark
[Verse 1]
Let’s take it back to the start
I’m spitting only facts in the bars
We’d die for this passion of ours
I need more racks in the cart
About to get a plaque, fuck a chart
[Verse 2]
I can tell, you don’t know how it feels to have a gun to head
Older sister took a gun to the chest
It punctured her lung through her flesh
For a phone almost plunged to her death
Real life, not a stunt on the net
[Verse 3]
There’s majita from the streets in the East
Who targeting the keys to your beast
So paps kept a piece for his peace
And never kept his piece outa reach
Since a teen paps would sleep with his piece in the sheets
[Verse 4]
So it kept my mama on her knees while he sleeps
Mama always taught me to believe in my dreams
The homies & my team won’t believe what I seen
Can’t believe, he was turned to a meme on the screen
[Verse 5]
It’s sounding Priddy Ugly on this Mash beat
Because the city love me, I need money like an athlete
Could’ve been a baller, Ntwana yami had a bad knee
Need my granny, to touch a grammy ‘fore my gran leaves
[Verse 6]
Damn we, never had a plan B
Thoughts of us never making it was bad dream
Fuck poverty, need property, keep the land clean
Vaccines killed my uncle Benji & my Aunty
Family, really couldn’t stand in the stampede
How we gonna save the blood if every man bleeds
Even superheroes die, word to Stan Lee
It’s not comic when you laying in the sand deep
[Verse 7]
Mama didn’t know that he would rape her ‘til her pants left her
Left her covered up in blood is how that man dressed her
And that devil left her red like it's Manchester
Blood now she crip walking like a gang member
[Verse 8]
Gang signs, a middle finger and some bad letters
Say a prayer, palms together is the hand gesture
They oppressed in the past, we demand better
I hope you know that in the future we’ll ancestors
[Outro]
I hope you know that in the future we’ll ancestors
In the future we’ll be ancestors
Written by: Andile Sean Sebastian Khumalo, Isaiah Nkhalo Zuza, Nhlawulo Mashimbyi, Serunya Richard Moloi

