The Originalz
Tryna keep my dawgs outta the dog pound
You already know, for my niggas I'm going all out
Lil nigga, wat'chu talkin' 'bout?
I was 16 when I made it out my mom house
Private locations, they cannot find us
Can't describe my touch without the midas
Heart of a tiger, concrete jungle survivor
We was tryna multiply while they was tryna divide us, uh
Yeah, and you telling stories nobody buyin'
Yeah, you telling stories, they know you lyin'
We ju' over here laughing at you and smokin' the finest
I'm starting to lose respect for these niggas that I admire
Realized most of them is livin' double lives
But fuck it, I'm dropping hits and this shit one hell of a high
Don't you doubt me, I'll ride if it's ever 'bout me and mines
Damn! Look, but you can go ahead and try
But swear to God, I promise you not gonna survive
But you can pull on the boy if you really ready to die
I don't feel, I'm too ill
Try your luck if you will
To make it out the bottom takes skills
Free my guys on those fields
Originalz, originalz
Cannot duplicate it too original
You the copy cat, we the originalz
Cannot duplicate it too original
Hold on a minute, I bet you thought I was finished
I've been back to back, big blunt smokin', high as a pigeon, uh
Came from the trenches, got niggas stuck in the trap
So you know it's never a gimmick whenever I kick a rap
Yeah, came from the trenches and now I'm up in the building
So I understand if you motherfuckers hate me for living
Ju' keep your distance, don't fuck with me and my niggas
'Cause I promise that we gonna do you dirty like the dishes
Rich in spirit but I still get visions of Mansa Musa
Money on my medulla, ducking all the' Medusa's
I know they know I'm different, they watching how I manoeuvre
I'm bustin' down all the doors, never needed no one's approval, nah
Never needed approval
Everyone that said they made me can never make 'em a new one
I'm fucking up her wall, she asked me for this bazooka
Then I tell her get lost like the
Planes that flew over Bermuda, bitch!
I don't feel, I'm too ill
Try your luck if you will
To make out the bottom takes skills
Free my guys on those fields
Originalz, originalz
Cannot duplicate it too original
You the copy cat, we the originalz
Cannot duplicate it too original
Do recall that I am an Original
A hybrid
I cannot be killed
Eternity is an awfully long time
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't know the meaning, what is competition?
Had no room for living, I was in the kitchen
I became a genie, why you niggas wishin'?
I became a target, why you niggas missin'?
Moving like a legend, moving like a legend
They healing from my words, I'm feeling like a reverend
Moving like a legend, moving like a legend
Making all this fire really my profession, yeah
This what you came for
Days were up and down just like a seesaw
I only got a peep and had to see more
Hunger pains can really make your head sore
Fuck the other side, fuck the other side
My niggas too loyal, they never switchin' sides
Pay attention to the things they make you normalize
Pay attention to the things that people glorify
Do you believe in yourself?
I had, I had keys in the trap
I got niggas still in the trap
I got niggas, haha, still in the trap
You already know, for my niggas I'm going all out
Lil nigga, wat'chu talkin' 'bout?
I was 16 when I made it out my mom house
Private locations, they cannot find us
Can't describe my touch without the midas
Heart of a tiger, concrete jungle survivor
We was tryna multiply while they was tryna divide us, uh
Yeah, and you telling stories nobody buyin'
Yeah, you telling stories, they know you lyin'
We ju' over here laughing at you and smokin' the finest
I'm starting to lose respect for these niggas that I admire
Realized most of them is livin' double lives
But fuck it, I'm dropping hits and this shit one hell of a high
Don't you doubt me, I'll ride if it's ever 'bout me and mines
Damn! Look, but you can go ahead and try
But swear to God, I promise you not gonna survive
But you can pull on the boy if you really ready to die
I don't feel, I'm too ill
Try your luck if you will
To make it out the bottom takes skills
Free my guys on those fields
Originalz, originalz
Cannot duplicate it too original
You the copy cat, we the originalz
Cannot duplicate it too original
Hold on a minute, I bet you thought I was finished
I've been back to back, big blunt smokin', high as a pigeon, uh
Came from the trenches, got niggas stuck in the trap
So you know it's never a gimmick whenever I kick a rap
Yeah, came from the trenches and now I'm up in the building
So I understand if you motherfuckers hate me for living
Ju' keep your distance, don't fuck with me and my niggas
'Cause I promise that we gonna do you dirty like the dishes
Rich in spirit but I still get visions of Mansa Musa
Money on my medulla, ducking all the' Medusa's
I know they know I'm different, they watching how I manoeuvre
I'm bustin' down all the doors, never needed no one's approval, nah
Never needed approval
Everyone that said they made me can never make 'em a new one
I'm fucking up her wall, she asked me for this bazooka
Then I tell her get lost like the
Planes that flew over Bermuda, bitch!
I don't feel, I'm too ill
Try your luck if you will
To make out the bottom takes skills
Free my guys on those fields
Originalz, originalz
Cannot duplicate it too original
You the copy cat, we the originalz
Cannot duplicate it too original
Do recall that I am an Original
A hybrid
I cannot be killed
Eternity is an awfully long time
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't know the meaning, what is competition?
Had no room for living, I was in the kitchen
I became a genie, why you niggas wishin'?
I became a target, why you niggas missin'?
Moving like a legend, moving like a legend
They healing from my words, I'm feeling like a reverend
Moving like a legend, moving like a legend
Making all this fire really my profession, yeah
This what you came for
Days were up and down just like a seesaw
I only got a peep and had to see more
Hunger pains can really make your head sore
Fuck the other side, fuck the other side
My niggas too loyal, they never switchin' sides
Pay attention to the things they make you normalize
Pay attention to the things that people glorify
Do you believe in yourself?
I had, I had keys in the trap
I got niggas still in the trap
I got niggas, haha, still in the trap
Credits
Writer(s): Mzawamadoda Binase, Lesego Kyle Mnyandu, Modisaotsile Godfrey Mvundla, Sababalwe Fiphaza
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