No soul when I listen to rap
An old soul so I’m bring it back
*and now for my next number, Id like to return to the classics*
1ST VERSE:
No soul when I listen to rap
An old soul so I’m bring it back
GOAT-level if we keep it a stack
No cap, we just stick to the facts
I sold dope without moving a pack
I’m good anywhere on the map
Anywhere that I cook is a trap
Melanated we just keeping it black
My throne I’m not giving it back
I’m Stone Cold when it comes to the raps
Choke-hold till they’re hitting the mat
Throw bones, this is spiritual rap
I’m fine with the lyrical hat
But I change lives with the simplest raps
Dark days when I slept on the mat
But I found hope, now I’m giving it back
I don’t really give a damn if you don’t like me
As long as I know, no one out there really like me
I’m from a different script, you could never rewrite me
Whether Tarantino or Spike Lee, its unlikely
Thato VERSE:
You couldn’t write me
This sh#t is easy doing it slightly
Really be taking it lightly
You be asking why am I clean
Lately it frees me
Ain’t no pressure where my knees be
Weight on my shoulder be kindly
(Wait)
Feel like I’m Jeezy in 2090
f#ck whoever doesnt like me
O sailo lahla wa utlwella di naai tse ba bolela fela wa itsi
Bang fyetsi thata kae khyella ka pela shorta fela o bethe repeat
Dilo tse ase patla hono nkutlwa ko byela polela mo dima di beat
Nthwa kamo Sosha di L ke kota hae nyake lo betha facebeat
Manjinjo parkile hae nyakela private ntjwaka o tlamo tsiya ka trip
Are Byor wena o dese ko botsa le nakwe osa hafe thata le ka drip
Brayaka wabona ke tlwetsi tse baya mei goete di tshweri vice grip
Katjeno are tshwane kannete odi tshweri esnet o shorta ka receipt
Seo sona ake sitsi
3RD VERSE:
Circle is small, but its cool
Passing palms with a few
Less qualms for the loot
Invest and recoup
Quoting psalms in the booth
They wanna fight me, but lalela
They wanna bite me, salmanela
They cannot sight me, panorama
We were inspired by different eras
See the problem is, nowawdays
Krabby Patty n#gg#s moving sideways
I do it my own way
Put an end to weak sh#t like I’m Friday
You’d rather log into Twitter
Put some candles, post it and manifest
I’d rather put up the money
Collect the profit and re-up and reinvest
So I don t really give a damn if you don’t like me
As long as I know, no one out there really like me
Im from a different script, you could never rewrite me
Whether Tarantino or Spike Lee, its unlikely.
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