Yeahhh
I'm the real Mf here niggas
Yeah ain't none of you can press me niggas
Ain't none of you can press me
That's how we do it man remembering the ogs in the old days
But some of these days we weren't there
I gotta go white javas these niggas kinda press me
What you saying you Wildin out tryna press me
What are you gonna do with f*cking the police and all the stuff like that
Okay Ryt
Take me back to city
Pinks and Virginia
Joburg City
The sky here will limit Yaa
F*ck the police
This the songs for the kids
Songs for the streets
Where there's no voice for the streets
Lies and Denies
Lies in disguise
I swear you fear me
I can see it in your eyes
You wanna cut ties mama's boy no knife
My brain so connected
My heart is activated
A little bit high I am above my stepladder
Always a minute away from taking a step further
Me and niggas birds of the same feather
If the good die young my lifetime goes greater
Ashes to Ashes
I don't belong in the trenches
I'll be long in these cashful cases
More progression
Seeking for no validation
Mind of the street bahind I'm focused my grind
Can't impress these f*cken streets by riskin my life
But the mind of a sinner installed in my mind
That means I can still hurt you
That shit means I can still hurt ya
This a marvelous flow
Yours aint dope
Swing low
Swing low
Swing chariot
This is the matherf*cker who used to be inferior
But now I'm so raised like the prices in nigeria
Swing
Yours ain't dope
Swing low
Swing low
Swing chariot
This is the matherf*cker who used to be inferior
But now the price raised like the prices in nigeria
I'm in Jozi with killers
Land of the sinners
A bunch of fake niggas
They run when they see us
My niggas losing signals
Kill them before they kill us
SAP won't see us
They gon come feel us
These girls love me
But they can't f*ck me
My heart broke down now I'm so toxic
Meet me at the Corner G meet me at the club
I'm sorry but not sorry that I left you in that house
Now tell me my sister
What is your name
What is your name means what do you have
You have nails and the pain in the s
And a empty handbag that is bigger than the bank
Sooner or later we finna know who's who
I'm the he
The only thing I'ma do is just shoot
Everything in the hood
I'ma pull up with no good in a coupe
These niggas want some proof
I'ma prove
This a marvelous flow
Yours aint dope
Swing low
Swing low
Swing chariot
This is the matherf*cker who used to be inferior
But now I'm so raised like the prices in nigeria
Swing
Yours ain't dope
Swing low
Swing low
Swing chariot
This is the matherf*cker who used to be inferior
But now the price raised like the prices in nigeria