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Life Is Gangsta
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Riky Rick
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I’m convinced (Aha) I’m convinced you believe you a thug You don’t know no supas, Masupa what-what-what Grootmans don't know you Matter of fact, where in Pheli your mama stay? We were ready to move about some issue last week I never seen you outside boy-boy Yeah I know you lookin' 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 thomo lo bomb-a Bowa ka kasi mei boss ke shwella lo bloma, ladi laas ko apetsi gla** you can't be a goner Tap in with you after school You know lil' conversations had me thinking about what is cool That had me thinking 'bout what is cruel Remember you gave me jewels when I ran around with my crew Getting in trouble Remember I had 35K countin' it with my mama All cash got it out the street for that bag it was drama Since '05 I manoeuvred the streets without any cuddle Then I get home ducking that leather end of a buckle I said f**k it, I got no shame Especially n'check-e nou ka gold watch e tswile ka chain Nakwe otlo tima e mpethile thata flop neke short-a 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 point 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 are 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 brek-ile record di mpya dino sata R-I-P 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 F**k 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 prov-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 gone become my demise The hood's 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 sh*t gets me nervous What if I’m not there when homies get shot? Or catch a body on purpose? Don’t even smile anymore like my face is stuck Facts I be ducking sh*t 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 Phelli’s way too small for the secrecy that I crave When it feels like depression That load down leaves a pretty impression When I carry this weapon, I wonder if it's just regression My only cap is when I keep it bottled up Feel betrayed 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 cuttin' their wrist, don’t wanna slice this We planned to rob this n***a, 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 (Eish) Matter of 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 So I was so angry, angry, super angry Even if you dig up some my music My music will see the very angry, upset, or depressed, you know? So my depression took, uhm, you know, took form in being angry at the guys who were doing it Yeah And uh, I always said my first album would be my last album 'cause I didn't expect to make it past 25 I didn't expect to make it past 26 (Mmh) For me, I wanted to go out young like 2Pac (Mmh) I wanted to die young like 2Pac I wanted to die like a Kurt Cobain Suicidal thoughts is not anything new to me (Mmh) 'Cause I've, you know, I've suffered from depression, chronic depression, you know, uh I've suffered from, uh you know, a lot of mental anxieties that I don't like to share too much because it's like something I want to deal with internally I never want people to feel like... Oh let's be precious... he's precious ...You know? Let's treat this guy differently, he's sensitive. Which I am! But, my, the way my thing was working out, especially when I wasn't blowing up, that's why I always told myself, you know I always say this, you know? But uh, you know, man I was ah, I was ah, I was on a destructive path bro
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