Solo and the BETR GANG - d**h or This lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm on my Khuli sh** Look I ain't had half of Jabba's bars But everybody know what the f** it was Cup runneth over them all, abundant Dangling right on the cusp I'm in that royal bunch Boys running outta luck I'll be my loyal plug And if anybody question that he a God Then he really not one of us Immediate runner-ups, remediate on the low Like SOlo please aleviate so and so It was real when they started Guess they really all come and go Made a scene out in public I can really put on a show You been on that subject I can see we got common goals Received what they wanted Solid team up when they started Jealousy what made them plummet Now he barely write a sonnet What's the verdict wen you're version of mini me Wordplay is iddy bitty Similes against a soliloquies, ang'safihli Fikile uthil' insizwa Figures he'd be a beat when figures need to increase Vele ufak' imali, living on your knees kanti uspanelani It's easier for me to roll my sleeves up Than kick my feet up, gcwel' inkani Working to be key note Hand on the trophy Y'all can claim those alter egos Ng'hamba nedlozi [Hook] Why you still bleed on tracks and choose what yo can't handle Why you look at map and choose road less traveled Whatchu think this is whats the plan bruh What's the gist help me understand bruh It was either d**h or this (x2) (Listen to me when I tell you) It was either d**h or this (x2) [Verse 2] What's the reason why we don't need the intro Is it how we vibe with the instrumental We apply all the fundamentals Catch you by surprise behind enemy lines And we end you BETR GANG better than everything, we thank you If we rap better than every gang we meant to Got the green light from a veteran to offend you My language too gif mo lelemeng, hae voetsek toe Rhythm in the pocket lil n***a My Tswan*lish is popping One of one, Ikageng's finest 295 sh**, 018 Pitso street dialect Mixed with a little Twafrikaan papa O ska tsaa dichance Nee, o santse o pompa te swaak O leseanyana laka Dis 'n groot man ting In case you ain't got word or die boodskap ting It was either this or boela ko o tswang teng Do or die n***a [Hook] Why you still bleed on tracks and choose what yo can't handle Why you look at map and choose road less traveled Whatchu think this is whats the plan bruh What's the gist help me understand bruh It was either d**h or this (x2) (Listen to me when I tell you) It was either d**h or this (x2) [Verse 3] It was either go on therapy or The n***as saying you we're legal Livin' off the back of black people Jabba Man Maftown hero, watchu know I'm the motherfuking modern day Biko Rambo, call this sh** a sequel Blow that horn Watch me coming out smoking like Lesilo Ke ledimo with the rhyming sh** Jalapeno add the Eno burp the fire and sh** Frank Casino want the whole thing But Morafe told them all day You ain't heard the whole thing Botsa Tino and the whole band Once I get up with my own gang You ain't rocking ko mtseng Hot damn I'm on my pampoose Hang loose like all my people hanging like black fruits Black suits, black limos, black boots , black juice Black dude making dough like black Jews like... [Verse 4] It was either d**h or rich It still is my n***a, and that's for real It was either d**h or live To the max it was either d**h or mills I had to do my best for this I had to pull up on it with my neck on chill I can see my ex girl pissed 'Cause she just saw me with another fresh girl cream cheddar It was either fresh or sh** It was either re dira diverse or chill It was either she hit up my chats or cribs So we can meet up and hit up a Netflix and chill NOw we having s** on pills And not the ones you find at the shops or clicks I hit it from the back and jizz The I put it on the track like this