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Ay yo Chad turn me up
I told these motherf**kers not to write me off
Write me off at your own risk
Let's get it (Hip Hop, Hip Hop)
Okay!

They used to never hate but now they envy (Envy)
It's the jealousy, feel they vibe don't affect me
Fak' imali otherwise you dead meat (Dead meat)
I'm the cash cow and you better come correctly
I took an overdose now I'm tryna cope (Tryna cope)
I could call the plug up, let him know I need some more
Ekse, tshela fela tshela some more (Heh ke mang', ke mang"?)
Sheba fela 'cause now we dope (Chad!)
b*t*hes in the penthouse, there's way too many (Too many)
Seen it through the rear-view, it' was panoramic
And I got the semi, don't ever tempt me
You could never scare me, that don't impress me
b*t*hes in the penthouse, there's way too many (Too many)
Seen it through the rear-view, it' was panoramic
And I got the semi, don't ever tempt me
You could never scare me, that don't impress me

Waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited patiently
We on top of things and we can show you what it takes to be
Never, never, never, never, never, never ungenze nix
Pheth' izinja zami and ain't no way [?]

I'm thankful that I'm still livin'
Was wildin', gotta move different
I never used to listen 'til my cousin went to prison
I never paid him a visit
He wanted somethin', I give him
If I'm winnin' it's a given
I'm ridin' until the finish, ayy
b*t*h I get guap, Gucci flip flops
What is he sayin'? b*t*h it's Hip Hop
I be on that loud gas at the tip top
I'm the go to guy if you want your sh*t to pop
How am I supposed to get it?
Nah, hoe you silly
I'm from Joburg city, we do not know no pity
If he stole then kill him
Call 'em folks to get him
Threw him down the buildin'
Nobody know who did it
Thinking over biz while I'm cooling with my kids
You would think that I'm rich if you see how they drip
Yeah I'm thinking over business, cooling with my piccaninnys
You would think I'm rich if you see how they drip, ay

I need a minute, let me talk to God, mano a mano
I've been feeling some typa way and njalo kunjalo
So let me get it off my chest so I'm calmer tomorrow
What's the point of this religion that we constantly follow?
There's too much poverty, too much lies, not enough honesty
Let's wake up, lawmakers protect monopolies
And leave the people with scraps, unwritten policies
You either die or adapt in this economy
Okay right siyaba enter, late night siyabangena
Look at them hate life, bayazenza
Ngapha ne stage fright siyabaqeda
Can't do it right on a big stage
Life story, can't flip page
Couldn't cut it with a thick blade
Got no heart, just a rib cage, I'm off
The heaviest load on top of my shoulder
Now that I'm older I feel like I'm carrying the cross, boss
It's never the same, the weight on my name got people around me not taking a loss

[Outro: Maggz]

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