From the Bleachers
Why the hate gotta be so low
All these bitches still hating Momo?
Man I just don't give a fuck no more
I'm just gon' carry on showing off
All you haters are really so slow
I've been working on my grind solo
I've been working on my grind for long
I'll lead the game y'all practice so long
Don't make me mad coz I'll really just go off
I'll pull out my stinger, sting you dead then I runoff
Haters stay mad coz I'm constantly one up
They hate from the back while I'm leading by one up
Fight with your fist don't be pulling no gun out
They always a mess they my children my nana
Clean up your act you're parading the gutter
Locked up with facts, I got bars I can't run out
I'm juicy I'm sex, niggaz cry for my nana
Saying who next give them numbers like runners
The hard ones, the bummers none of you can sum up
Don't speak to me till I speak to you shut up
Y'all niggas ain't shit compared to my stunner
Y'all ain't got shit but small dicks and nada
Can't live with the drama so head out in peace
Niggas don't know when to leave!
Niggaz hatin' from the bleachers
All that shit don't even reach us
Piff be comin' through the speakers
Boi these niggaz like the reefer
Niggaz hatin' from the bleachers
All that shit don't even reach us
Piff be comin' through the speakers
Smoke a nigga like some reefer... woah!
These niggaz hating from the bleachers
But I be coming through the speakers
I'm hypothermic with ice game
The cold shoulder make 'em shiver
Umuphapha lan' uthol' Impam'
Umuphanda lan' uthol' isak'
Zinja zam' zihlale zigcwele istrad'
Kumabhilid' ase-Afrika
Trust the shooter, finna grab the trigger
Run up on a nigga, make him say what he said
Maw'ngabuka, niggaz rather beef up
Than to meet up, speak up, niggaz rather be dead
So you and your niggaz can fuck off (Fuck off!)
Killing this shit and I runoff (run off!)
You and your niggaz get cut off (Cut off!)
Fuck one of ya niggaz, I kill all of em!
Coz the opposition and the competition
Can get caught up, beaten by the pen I'm scriptin'
Composition make 'em reposition
I'm proper spittin' and they out'ea bitchin'
I come and kill em, get my recognition
So I kill these niggaz make an exhibition
Call your friends out to come and see me!
MalumeDee finna make a killing...
Niggaz hatin' from the bleachers
All that shit don't even reach us
Piff be comin' through the speakers
Boi these niggaz like the reefer
Niggaz hatin' from the bleachers
All that shit don't even reach us
Piff be comin' through the speakers
Smoke a nigga like some reefer
I got Malume, Lé Momo and me
We keep it litty, we outta your league
I sip me some lean, I murder the beat
This shit is so easy, I'm outta your league!
You John Doe-ass-lookin'-motherfucker!
Don't nobody like you!
Yo momma don't even like you!
You bum-ass, broke ass muhfucker!
(Haaibo iphelile phel' ingoma)
Skrrr!
All these bitches still hating Momo?
Man I just don't give a fuck no more
I'm just gon' carry on showing off
All you haters are really so slow
I've been working on my grind solo
I've been working on my grind for long
I'll lead the game y'all practice so long
Don't make me mad coz I'll really just go off
I'll pull out my stinger, sting you dead then I runoff
Haters stay mad coz I'm constantly one up
They hate from the back while I'm leading by one up
Fight with your fist don't be pulling no gun out
They always a mess they my children my nana
Clean up your act you're parading the gutter
Locked up with facts, I got bars I can't run out
I'm juicy I'm sex, niggaz cry for my nana
Saying who next give them numbers like runners
The hard ones, the bummers none of you can sum up
Don't speak to me till I speak to you shut up
Y'all niggas ain't shit compared to my stunner
Y'all ain't got shit but small dicks and nada
Can't live with the drama so head out in peace
Niggas don't know when to leave!
Niggaz hatin' from the bleachers
All that shit don't even reach us
Piff be comin' through the speakers
Boi these niggaz like the reefer
Niggaz hatin' from the bleachers
All that shit don't even reach us
Piff be comin' through the speakers
Smoke a nigga like some reefer... woah!
These niggaz hating from the bleachers
But I be coming through the speakers
I'm hypothermic with ice game
The cold shoulder make 'em shiver
Umuphapha lan' uthol' Impam'
Umuphanda lan' uthol' isak'
Zinja zam' zihlale zigcwele istrad'
Kumabhilid' ase-Afrika
Trust the shooter, finna grab the trigger
Run up on a nigga, make him say what he said
Maw'ngabuka, niggaz rather beef up
Than to meet up, speak up, niggaz rather be dead
So you and your niggaz can fuck off (Fuck off!)
Killing this shit and I runoff (run off!)
You and your niggaz get cut off (Cut off!)
Fuck one of ya niggaz, I kill all of em!
Coz the opposition and the competition
Can get caught up, beaten by the pen I'm scriptin'
Composition make 'em reposition
I'm proper spittin' and they out'ea bitchin'
I come and kill em, get my recognition
So I kill these niggaz make an exhibition
Call your friends out to come and see me!
MalumeDee finna make a killing...
Niggaz hatin' from the bleachers
All that shit don't even reach us
Piff be comin' through the speakers
Boi these niggaz like the reefer
Niggaz hatin' from the bleachers
All that shit don't even reach us
Piff be comin' through the speakers
Smoke a nigga like some reefer
I got Malume, Lé Momo and me
We keep it litty, we outta your league
I sip me some lean, I murder the beat
This shit is so easy, I'm outta your league!
You John Doe-ass-lookin'-motherfucker!
Don't nobody like you!
Yo momma don't even like you!
You bum-ass, broke ass muhfucker!
(Haaibo iphelile phel' ingoma)
Skrrr!
Credits
Writer(s): George Thando Gamede, Monique Samuels, Ntando Mthembu, Sydney Vumi Lukhozi
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