Ill Verses
I avail myself to take the crown
The king is here to shake a crowd
Too wavy like an ocean, you'll slowly drown
Everybody is worried about Rands
And I'm here, seeking for a British Pound
I've always been profound
You can tell by my classic sound
Yeah, I'm here to play with nouns
Trust me I know the amount
That is in Bill Gates's bank account
All my fans are waiting for my new release
Haters are mad coz I'm about to achieve
You can't change anything complete
Rappers are afraid to compete
Your songs are wack I'm even forced to press delete
I'm on the beat, you off the beat
Difference between you and I
Your shit is weak
Live from the east side
But we idealize the west
Way to digress like a side step
Tired of my kindness?
Let a nigga snap so mindless
You might just miss the nicest
My empty wrist is so priceless
Iceless
But my flow cold like frosslass
I like a bad bitch with a little sass
But a big ass
I'm Steve Nash like I rose from the ashes
To pass a verse just to son all you bastards
Got the blues cause I faced a lot of hazards that did damage
I'm still standing
Tryna make outstanding my standard
I'm in this bitch
Fuck a password
Peep the melanin
Dark skinned like who hit the switch?
No hitch
Sipping sprite with Benelyn cough-mix
Yeah I fucking lost it
Forgetting to be cautious and I'm always feeling nauseous
Boom yellow bone bitch, she didn't like me until she didn't know
That had connects that was my mother fucken rich
As soon she knew who I knew she wanted to mother fucken pitch, bitch
That's how it fucken goes
I built this shit from the fucken bottom
Like it was mother fucken Lego
Let go she know who I know nah nah
She can't let go
I'm like 2pac in the mother fucken Death Row
Except I'm Supa man connected to dead home
I am killing everything like 99,9% Detol
Reason of Detol, that's who I is
That's who I is
Supa man I handle bis, business
Ninety nine prisoner 46664
Like it was mother fucken Mandela
Ska delela, when it comes to the hlokomeka, batamela
And feel the real, mother fucken prisons
Our mother fucken G
They put me in a mother fucken Geez
I got girls putting me on like was jeans
Billy Jean, taking off her fucking jeans
Make wishes come through like all the fucken Genie
The king is here to shake a crowd
Too wavy like an ocean, you'll slowly drown
Everybody is worried about Rands
And I'm here, seeking for a British Pound
I've always been profound
You can tell by my classic sound
Yeah, I'm here to play with nouns
Trust me I know the amount
That is in Bill Gates's bank account
All my fans are waiting for my new release
Haters are mad coz I'm about to achieve
You can't change anything complete
Rappers are afraid to compete
Your songs are wack I'm even forced to press delete
I'm on the beat, you off the beat
Difference between you and I
Your shit is weak
Live from the east side
But we idealize the west
Way to digress like a side step
Tired of my kindness?
Let a nigga snap so mindless
You might just miss the nicest
My empty wrist is so priceless
Iceless
But my flow cold like frosslass
I like a bad bitch with a little sass
But a big ass
I'm Steve Nash like I rose from the ashes
To pass a verse just to son all you bastards
Got the blues cause I faced a lot of hazards that did damage
I'm still standing
Tryna make outstanding my standard
I'm in this bitch
Fuck a password
Peep the melanin
Dark skinned like who hit the switch?
No hitch
Sipping sprite with Benelyn cough-mix
Yeah I fucking lost it
Forgetting to be cautious and I'm always feeling nauseous
Boom yellow bone bitch, she didn't like me until she didn't know
That had connects that was my mother fucken rich
As soon she knew who I knew she wanted to mother fucken pitch, bitch
That's how it fucken goes
I built this shit from the fucken bottom
Like it was mother fucken Lego
Let go she know who I know nah nah
She can't let go
I'm like 2pac in the mother fucken Death Row
Except I'm Supa man connected to dead home
I am killing everything like 99,9% Detol
Reason of Detol, that's who I is
That's who I is
Supa man I handle bis, business
Ninety nine prisoner 46664
Like it was mother fucken Mandela
Ska delela, when it comes to the hlokomeka, batamela
And feel the real, mother fucken prisons
Our mother fucken G
They put me in a mother fucken Geez
I got girls putting me on like was jeans
Billy Jean, taking off her fucking jeans
Make wishes come through like all the fucken Genie
Credits
Writer(s): Masopa Mailula, Nabo Malebo, Orefile Modiselle
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