In the beginning had no preconceived notions about music except my slightest knowledge that happened to mischief them other kids/
the aim was not to ruin their reputations, i was dedicated ntwana shooting for stars fu**k expectations my bars raising they burning like plants leaving ashes/
thats the tension they use to say i lack content on each and every track/now watch them loosing track like a moving/
im showing up with a slappy verse yeah f** you were saying/
since you were underrating how do you explain this?/
a miracle all because this rap is hard find?real n***as see food like sea food this sh** is hard to find/now few n***as left still kicking raps but they disappear ntwana mang'vela they know whose kicking a**/
they know the path grew steeper as we climbed higher/they saw the whole sh** from scratch im not surprised if they pay respect/
you don't know sh** about me you better ask first/
you disrespect i diminish your lifespan/
is that abrupt change rest in paradise to your old routines/
had to free i and i to discover this/
the real me,i give thanks to the team SGA im proud of my long pedigree/
and i reminisce the love that we had when the production wasn't clean dropping hot 16's on our adolescent the sk** was developing/
now they showing up like hoes when they see the quap lame thinking if they gon down they gon get the some/
Cozz told me about you b**hes yall just after the riches/
low hustlers using our feelings if you f**ing with me legs to the ceiling puff pa**, pa** it to my n***as no feelings for these b**hes man neither for these n***as they all showing interest walking with conflicts/
now they know where im heading ontop of the hill same n***as that were laughing/
my n***a thirtyone been working hard for this sh**/
that gave me no choice except spitting this dope sh** is that Bobby Brown in this b**h n***a/
1331 buffelspruit you n***as better pray/
bad in every way/strange in every way/
My pool full of sharks im from the jungle where n***as ain't humble around here they just slace you alive like a peace of bread till they see you dead/
You call yourself a G f** you i smell p**y you good looking red lips claiming you too kushing who you fooling?