Till Today
Music until I'm fucken gone
Yeah I remain
Still undefeated, still underrated
Undisputed and the chances look like I'mma make it
Buy my own shit financially a risk I'm taking
Don't be tripping all the niggas balling I paid em
Huh
And your favorites are outdated
Dope verses, middle finger nigga I cater
Oh that your girl, we played her like an arcade
I told her that I'm Patrick, she told me that she stargaze
Now I'm eating Krabby patties 'cause it's my day
No secrete formula, I hit it on a Monday
Shit, I had Lynx on my side for the longest
He told me put money on grind
Take money of your mind
And elevate your grind hey
Until you get to reaching at your prime hey
Until you get to reaching at your prime hey
Reaching at your prime
I know you like it how I give it
They think I'm getting guala 'cause of how I'm living
But I'm just a broke ass that be spitting
Tryner find my own way in the city
I know you like it how I give it
They think I'm getting guala 'cause of how I'm living
But I'm just a broke ass that be spitting
Tryner find my own way in the city
Till today, It's Nate then it's all the rest
Fuck your best, they came from my fucken nest
Got diagnosed with music so I mix my meds
I'm ill like that, at Gates i pay no Bills like that
I kill my stress with a fucken pen on my hand
It's really sad, cause only a few understand
You hit the gym, but you never train your hand
That's why your pen, heavy than some kilograms
Verse so dope, it cure a fucken PC virus
They treat me like I'm Shelby when i knock they peek their blinders
Strictly violent but i always move in silence
Watch my back, cause they always move behind us
First of all, I don't do this shit for no cash but bare in mind i gotta make a living too
A living room, a swimming pool, listeners too, a house on that hill with a big ass booth
Bio-hazard are my rhymes and spread like flue
They stick like glue
You sad cause they ain't written by you
Endless flows, Human form of Bangladesh
I hide my stash, high grade no mix-mash
Your stash is whack, they caught you and they gave it back
Huh, shit they caught you and they gave it back
I'm bullet proof, bullshit proof, diss track proof
Make a nigga wanna go call his goons
Toxic City, Those my whereabouts
Yeah I remain
Still undefeated, still underrated
Undisputed and the chances look like I'mma make it
Buy my own shit financially a risk I'm taking
Don't be tripping all the niggas balling I paid em
Huh
And your favorites are outdated
Dope verses, middle finger nigga I cater
Oh that your girl, we played her like an arcade
I told her that I'm Patrick, she told me that she stargaze
Now I'm eating Krabby patties 'cause it's my day
No secrete formula, I hit it on a Monday
Shit, I had Lynx on my side for the longest
He told me put money on grind
Take money of your mind
And elevate your grind hey
Until you get to reaching at your prime hey
Until you get to reaching at your prime hey
Reaching at your prime
I know you like it how I give it
They think I'm getting guala 'cause of how I'm living
But I'm just a broke ass that be spitting
Tryner find my own way in the city
I know you like it how I give it
They think I'm getting guala 'cause of how I'm living
But I'm just a broke ass that be spitting
Tryner find my own way in the city
Till today, It's Nate then it's all the rest
Fuck your best, they came from my fucken nest
Got diagnosed with music so I mix my meds
I'm ill like that, at Gates i pay no Bills like that
I kill my stress with a fucken pen on my hand
It's really sad, cause only a few understand
You hit the gym, but you never train your hand
That's why your pen, heavy than some kilograms
Verse so dope, it cure a fucken PC virus
They treat me like I'm Shelby when i knock they peek their blinders
Strictly violent but i always move in silence
Watch my back, cause they always move behind us
First of all, I don't do this shit for no cash but bare in mind i gotta make a living too
A living room, a swimming pool, listeners too, a house on that hill with a big ass booth
Bio-hazard are my rhymes and spread like flue
They stick like glue
You sad cause they ain't written by you
Endless flows, Human form of Bangladesh
I hide my stash, high grade no mix-mash
Your stash is whack, they caught you and they gave it back
Huh, shit they caught you and they gave it back
I'm bullet proof, bullshit proof, diss track proof
Make a nigga wanna go call his goons
Toxic City, Those my whereabouts
Credits
Writer(s): Tebogo Mbewe
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