Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris-G
Chris-G
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris-Gift Mathabatha
Chris-Gift Mathabatha
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nkululeko Klas Ndala
Nkululeko Klas Ndala
Producer

Lyrics

Mandela, Margiela
Ahh G
My style is not comparable to yours
These are parables and laws
Of how to beat the odds
I'm a God, I show you mercy before I show you the Murcielago
Cruising down the streets Lagos
The juxtaposition to be in this position
Balenciaga shades obscuring my vision
They talking climate change and carbon emissions
I'm tryna get paid that's my only mission
I walk into the restaurant nonchalant told the chef I want it all
But I can't afford so I speak it to existence
Yeah I'm in a Ford with a couple real sisters
Just a black man, yeah I'm stuck inside the system
Tell me are you listening?
I deserve a championship title
Closed caskets for my rivals
Open the door on my arrival
They praising all my raps, I feel like an idol
Always keep it moving, you should never idle
So I Bow down to the most high
Sipping on mimosas
Really need a Testarossa, fuck a cosign
I Did it by myself ain't no handouts
Strategise by the day
Got it planned out
Saw me out in Booth by the booth
She a fan now
Only time they show you love is when they benefit
If you want beef, make sure it's all venison
Henny in my cup, I repeat is not medicine
Focused on my lane, like that boy James Maddison
All you **** lame, what you saying is so embarrassing
Need to tuck your chain otherwise rao tseyela
Acting like they cool but on the side bao fyela
Acting like you tough, real life o le fyega
That's why don't hang around you
When I was born lightening struck on the roof
Hail came down, thunder showers in the Stu
First one to hit the charts in D2 there's proof
I'm just telling you the truth
Never lied to the youth
Take over the game like the shit a soft coup
What you doing for the fame , I realise it ain't you
It's all fun and games until I hit 'em with the fourth one
Like Estevao, left the hood then I had to bridge the gap on my fourth one
The first 3 was a warm up
I been ready for a call up, bitch, bitch
Written by: Chris-Gift Mathabatha
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