Sensible
I do this for my Brothers
In the eastern & the East side
I fuck a nigga
If he fucks with the fam
Nigga I'm sensible
Nigga Don't fuck with me
Bitch Don't play with me
I might look so Shy
To you
But I Shlapp
In all o these kinda Wayz
Dem Niggaz went fake on me
But i kept it on me
Slatts
Don't mean the World to me
It's all about the Wav now
Now i bake
For my Lady Nobuhle
Coz she made me
Jae Moe Troupe
With dem IPhones in A Coupe
Man it started like Nothin
Now we going up for Somethin
I don't pick up
If it aint About something
Better
Now I'm climbing up the Ladder
Putting pressure Down
On the Pedal
Yeah
You better Fuck with me
Coz I'm departing to the Other Side
Money Lingo
That's all I'll be Talkin
If you see me in the Streets
That ain't me
Nigga I'll be outchea Bakin
Nigga I'll be outchea Hustlin
Eyy
Getting Racks for my Fam
Tall Racks
Rubber Bands on my Head
I'm running so Quick
Man it feels like I'm Late
Cutting loops
For the plate
Eyy
Burn Leaves
Ease Stress
Eyy
Alot of me
Is revealed to me
In spirit
Each day
Eyy
I'm not praying
To see his face
All I'm just asking is to hear his Voice
God
I'm your son
Thank you for blessin me
Eyy
This music road has been hard to me
But I'm Thankful
Grateful
To be Able
To pick up Myself Up
Please Help me
Get the Rack up
Shift me
From the fake one's
I ain't the Bad Guy
And you know me
I do this for my Brothers
In the eastern & the East side
I fuck a nigga
If he fucks with the fam
Nigga I'm sensible
In the eastern & the East side
I fuck a nigga
If he fucks with the fam
Nigga I'm sensible
Nigga Don't fuck with me
Bitch Don't play with me
I might look so Shy
To you
But I Shlapp
In all o these kinda Wayz
Dem Niggaz went fake on me
But i kept it on me
Slatts
Don't mean the World to me
It's all about the Wav now
Now i bake
For my Lady Nobuhle
Coz she made me
Jae Moe Troupe
With dem IPhones in A Coupe
Man it started like Nothin
Now we going up for Somethin
I don't pick up
If it aint About something
Better
Now I'm climbing up the Ladder
Putting pressure Down
On the Pedal
Yeah
You better Fuck with me
Coz I'm departing to the Other Side
Money Lingo
That's all I'll be Talkin
If you see me in the Streets
That ain't me
Nigga I'll be outchea Bakin
Nigga I'll be outchea Hustlin
Eyy
Getting Racks for my Fam
Tall Racks
Rubber Bands on my Head
I'm running so Quick
Man it feels like I'm Late
Cutting loops
For the plate
Eyy
Burn Leaves
Ease Stress
Eyy
Alot of me
Is revealed to me
In spirit
Each day
Eyy
I'm not praying
To see his face
All I'm just asking is to hear his Voice
God
I'm your son
Thank you for blessin me
Eyy
This music road has been hard to me
But I'm Thankful
Grateful
To be Able
To pick up Myself Up
Please Help me
Get the Rack up
Shift me
From the fake one's
I ain't the Bad Guy
And you know me
I do this for my Brothers
In the eastern & the East side
I fuck a nigga
If he fucks with the fam
Nigga I'm sensible
Credits
Writer(s): Masande Mfino
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