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Featuring(s) : Jaykae & Moonchild Sanelly
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[Album Only Interlude — Not Featured on Original Single Version] Past, Present, Future Senior, Baby, Junior You take the fire of the young, the power of now, the wisdom of the old Combine all three and that's a recipe for winning No point looking back Saying I could’ve done this Should've done that That's valuable time being wasted in the present And it’s only in the present where the future can be moulded The reoccurring question is: What would I have told myself ten years ago? Focus You know the O was replaced by an S There ain't a broken home I don't represent Still misunderstood Still conflicted How many times have I looked at the man in the mirror and had to convince him: Be brave, be different Just be you, and be consistent [Moonchild Sanelly] Umnqundu wamapolisa sana Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa [Ghetts] Yo, what's wrong with these neeks? Man can't tell me about these streets Man never grew up near no damn beach Mans got shooters from Mozambique Shoot off nose and beak So you lot roll in peace But if you got suttin to say Do not hold in, please They say death comes in trois So I do not roll in threes Are you lot dying to piss? 'Cause you look like you're holding Ps Pull up pull up, stolen jeep Hood up hood up, phone the police Push up your boat and bleed I heard they cook up the coke and leave Man's going in there now I’m just up the road indeed I swear I search everywhere Like I’m looking for phone and keys Knife in the wind Poke and breeze Wish your girl never saw that Poor Candice Four man deep One felt froggy, they saw man leap Run, tell donnie and crawl back, weep All that week Oh, that's weak Hole in your brain You ain’t gotta thought that deep Man think I'm missing the drop What? I caught that clean I don't know bro, I don't know Speak the streets, bro Only way, dawg Cops don’t know, pay the streets dough Sell some real green dope Sell some real green dope Make some real mean dough Make some real mean dough I don't know bro, I don't know Speak the streets, bro Only way dawg Cops don't know, pay the streets dough Sell some real green dope Sell some real green dope Make some real mean dough Make some real mean dough [Jaykae] What's wrong with these man? Can't tell me about 28 gram Grew up on curry and rice, not ham Man have got shooters from Pakistan Shoot off after your fam Rooftop like Taliban So let me give you lot some advice And stop stunting like Jackie Chan Yeah, they say you are what you eat And I still ain't been Hakkasan And ask them: who started the beef? I ain't slid round yet, that's the plan Roll up, stolen Megane Whole lot of smoke for your gang Folding notes in my hand Yeah I told him "phone me up when it lands" Yeah this beef's kobe, cut from japan Hold uppercuts from my hand You can put me in the World Cup final And I'll throw headbutts like Zidane No if's, buts, I'm the man Toolbox, loading the van Fam, all of this bullshit Just 'cause he owed him a grand Come through twenty man deep Silence, can't hear any man speak Nightmares, can't get any more sleep Forget those who got buried last week I keep things sweet On my table, I let every man eat And I wish I had a girl Who would let a man cheat I don't know bro, I don't know Speak the streets, bro Only way, dawg Cops don't know, pay the streets dough Sell some real green dope Sell some real green dope Make some real mean dough Make some real mean dough I don't know bro, I don't know Speak the streets, bro Only way dawg Cops don't know, pay the streets dough Sell some real green dope Sell some real green dope Make some real mean dough Make some real mean dough [Moonchild Sanelly] Yo, I'm in Birmingham Mina I'm from South Africa, hheey Mandela Lomfana fun'ivisa ungqhelikaka And'na xesha lama simba wodwa Ndizomshiya Ndizomshiy' ephansi Kakade naleya ncanca iyasindwa yodwa IBalls, zinzima [Ghetts] Stared in the face of death Mandem told me I'm stupid So many years of breath Only been shot by Cupid Can't tell man about kuff kaff kweff You only hear them tings in music Round 'ere, take a wrong left Victim of a shooting What could they tell me about chef Like I ain't made food out of human? Like man ain't looked in my grill And I ain't had to barbeque them What can they tell me about crack? Ask Danny and Susan What can they tell me about trap Like I weren't trapped in this foolish illusion Feds never had no evi My man still got twenty They never found no body They don't know where it's buried Bad boys from the UK We don't drive no Chevys Can't call a foreign a foreign Unless it's a 'Rari like Ballotelli's
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