[Jay eFF]
Yeah I'm all bout commas
And f**ing a couple daughters
Blowing steam off like sonas
And she be stripping like she ain't got a father
Play my sh** for a ho
Good kid broke city that's my story
We finna do them platinum digits
k**ed alotta beats like my name 40
Snap back on a k**er
Pop a cap in ya back better back track f** n***a
Man a rap track like a sinner
k** that sh** with them nwa scriptures
Coming for the maf**ing top
Repping my city joburg non stop,on the block
Motherf**ers hating,talking bout how they motherf**ing been handling that Glock
Ain't no love ,to any fake b**h frontin
And I always stay stunting,god dam these n***as still ain't nothin
If she fall in love I tell that b**h get up
I ain't bout set ups,but we can work out a quick f**
Hook:
[The Boy]
Most high we the highness
With the flyness
And timeless timepieces
Verses Jesus pieces
Righteous caprices
I'm the motherf**in reason
For the rain/reign of k**ing in this game
I'm Never sentimental
Flow never accidental
Flossin and I ain't talkin bout no dental
Isolated from society
Cause these bars got me locked up
I see the unseen
The Glock co*ked for some rocs love
Talk to god on a daily basis
But I feel my chains cha**is
Dislocated from the right places
Sick with it
sh** I ain't got no gimmicks
Verse an Army of lyrics
Transcended all these insecurities Evaporated
Vibrations and manipulations
This is food for thought
But you n***as washing dishes
With yo b**hes