AKA - Big 5 lyrics

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AKA - Big 5 lyrics

Intro Ahh like a breath of fresh air Its AKA up in here, Clu! IV league baby You know who it is I didn’t have to tell you Mara hey, just making sure Coming around with us Verse 1 [AKA] Oh Yeah!! I’m from the jungle baby It’s the 011 in my blood that makes me I grab my nuts with a swagger of a young Jay Z “I live by two phrases, f** you. Pay Me” My pops saying “f**, you lazy” So I gotta get up off this couch and get up out the house And do a couple thousands and make a couple rounds and Till the whole IV league is lounging, township With lean but I spit that model C sh** (….) don’t you see them? My boy said we can get a KG from the weed man We can sell it to students stressing before the prelims Hold up! I can’t be no drug dealer I’m a dreamer but f** working for peanuts And my team got my back like cili-postherpetic Money on my mind and I mean it Chorus: AKA and Clu Ay we chasing the big 5 Just to be living the good life Paper getting stacked up Young black and handsome Dreams in my head so my jeans looking heffed up Ay we chasing the big 5 Just to be living the good life Tryna plan a great escape Tired of living day to day Bounce on my walk tell you all about the paper chase Verse 2 [Clu] I can’t start to express my love for it Express how much I adore it But mama raised me with no cash didn’t know we were poor Till the store manager said we couldn’t afford it So let’s just walk it out cause that’s what I do Lets seat 44 now that’s how I commute You ever seat next to bumba etexing? While the windows shut closed plus ngpandle guya shisa? I never did try rock them Cubans sa khone Always stood back and left inkunzi za khona I put down laybye on some sneakers for (..) He in a Benz i’m still repping Corollas For that big 5 i’m gone be a game ranger Make my way to the top and not owe you a damn favor The soundtrack to my swagger’s back Cause we tired of s’hleli nqenge Infact its always on my mind Chorus: AKA and Clu Ay we chasing the big 5 Just to be living the good life Paper getting stacked up Young black and handsome Dreams in my head so my jeans looking heffed up Ay we chasing the big 5 Just to be living the good life Tryna plan a great escape Tired of living day to day Bounce on my walk tell you all about the paper chase Verse 3 [AKA and Clu] AKA: Because my last name Forbes I’m bout my business kid Take a stand tall and make it on the riches list Tryna stack simba chips so my kicks stay crisp Ball so hard forgot aout when Christmas was So roll in your Corolla or drive slow in you Polo I love God, but God Damn I love the dough though I grab a piece of Jesus but I grab my Jesus piece quick Swing my chain from side to side and make these b**hes Sea sick Clu: Ain’t no limit to what money can do for ya Paying rent, Kids getting privately schooled for ya Royalty cheques Income a month with two lawyers Make sure your enemy uz’ umoya But, But who knows What happens to those Who die with lots of money while making it, lose souls Giorgio Armani, Versace and Fools gold Got me chasing wealth that will last till tombstones Bridge: Clu This music takes me back to the ghetto So I hold it down for homies stuck in the meadow From Cape to Soweto If hustling ain’t easy then let go Tryna gas you up like you were working at Sasol Pouring the petrol Driving Iveco Tryna Pull you over like they working for Metro You making ends meet uhlalu phanda macents joe Uncredited Outro: X2 Let me tell you wah i learn (???) You might have a lotta dreams but.. (???) Them are rock ya boat see if you can stay afloat Its a world of greed in the city of gold