Listen, industry on some lame shit
A bunch of bitches with highschool reputations
Say its good competition but if you better you hated
I don't need your embracing
I'm saying shit they not saying
I'm saying my fans got me not no fake shit
Niggas tryna black ball you for years like you won't make it
You the reason my neighborhood goin' be gated
When they shot at my grannies house I ain't say shit
Cause if we had to talk street shit I'd devastate 'em
So rest in peace Henny, Khanya, Zipho
And Thabo and Jason
Free my cousin ain't seen him since I was eight, shit
And he came up to Jozi to see us while on vacation
Grew up and got told he was on the run from the cops
And he needed a place to stop
I wish he kind of brought the drac' with
He was the first to have it
My momma patched him up when homies stabbed him
I'm in the kitchen burgundy on all the glasses
Cause where I come from boy anything can happen
So I leave this note for a listener to forgive my actions
I never grew up round love but they did they best
I might have grew up round drugs and use to sell 'em yes
But it was me and this microphone as my bestfriend
The shit is better said now
Cause I would hate to leave this out when Syba Teli's dead
My fucken eulogy gonna be short as fuck
You never lifted coffins of ya homies up
Then go pray for another on they death bed in the same month
I went and got a job but shit a nigga ain't make enough
You niggas pussy
I hate you all I miss my homies and think of what could be
This shit doesn't amuse me
My album realer than whatever you be
I'm only speaking on the air that moves me
No more naked pictures from these groupies
Listen no more naked pictures from groupies
I had to cut ties with the girl the hero gets in the movies
Excuse me
Thank god I'm gifted in every essence
I exist outside your favorite rappers box?
Cause of stage presence
Take it like a man two piece combo yo' chin
No chicken special
You goin' learn a lesson from this incidental
Might just have to fix your dental
Catch this beat like come rap on a instrumental
Principals goin whip you drive accordingly cause its a rental
Come outside and face your fears
Or wait until your momma let you
Your actions goin' represent you
These weapons goin' send you
These bullets don't think you special
Not homies so don't pretend too
I come from where God's descend too
Came up from the ashes just to do it
Cause there's nothing better
Ticking off the box for special
Brand new album April twenty two