Correction Lyrics 97 Outro by A-Reece

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Nine seven, God-given
We got real n*ggas and bad women
Ey, and if you ain't a part of this, at least you get to witness
Appreciate the art and let the music get you laid, b*tch!
Yo, this is not an outro, this is something more than that
But you can call it an outro
This is not a regular track, it's something more than that
It's the war that I'm trying to win
What benefit would it bring, nine seven!

Yah, sure! Botsa mamazala
We came up from the bottom, the hustle made us
Me and the family damaging, it's a damn must
See me in action, they panicking in the game
Wasn't part of their plan to see me drinking from the same cup
But we penetrated, created a whole new era, one hundred
I trust nobody but my God
Tell [?] if you ain't part of the [?]
Twitter turned you n*ggas to b*tches, take the sh*t personal, Lord!
I'm a young king, triple OG
From freestyling to dropping these beats
I'm ahead above the clouds, but I'm only knee-deep in the game
What a shame, these n*ggas too weak
They speak about the money, though
How could that be?
This season I got a [?]
Yo, that beef between Cass and Reece
With XLR 'cause of beats is over, capeesh?

Relax, o ska tlo peta (Yeah)
Let it play one time, relax (Oh, yeah!)
Tlo'ela daai beat and let it go la-la-la-la-la!
Tlo'ela daai beat and let it go la-la-la-la-la!
Ntwana, we're out here, let's get it

Yes, lord, they came back
No, I ain't switch, I'm still with the same cats
I ride for my n*ggas, nothing comes between us
Neither money nor the women, sharing vision, highly driven
We ain't stopping till we hit the [?] figures
Getting bigger, they diminish
Got them twitching, lyrics got them missing
Behind my back, entlek ke dikelem
We're up in the place, I'm with mageng, ga re dikenele
They're hating, I can give a f*ck, just don't tell her that
Better yet, I'm focused and precise
Circle so small, you ain't square, we ain't parallel
I'm a general, to a veteran, federal like the government
To my city now, I'm thebelele
And that heat you need from Reece is finally here
So hit repeat and  the speakers

Oh, sh*t! E dope, mfana, e dope
Anyway man, happy birthday, son! Whatever...
I ain't buying you sh*t, n*gga
I recording this motherf*cker
Anyway, do what you have to do
Maar, you could've done better, son. Come on!

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