Locks

They say talk is cheap
Call me lord dura this my Pep talk
You can see u be erratic by the way that I walk
Where you find me at the corner with some goodies in my pocket
Head home with my pockets heavy
Nigger that's the plug walk
Walk walk walk walk walk

Open up the gates no heavens just slums where I'm from
No palms just trees I blaze to get through my days
In the kitchen pouring me a glass of the Berry blaze
Shift to the Grass blazing Grass i stargaze
Lord please forgive me for my sins my cold days
My life's moving at a slow pace like damaged snail
See my face pail no smile my dark phase
Never sipping when I drink it's probably a cold Case
In Case you thought I've caught a Case nigger that's black label
Fuck a stereotype fuck a resist man
Hop on Board while I type these lines on my motherboard
Never board do a trey flip on my skateboard
I be cruising in a Polo
Swanking in that Ralph Lauren
Polo
Find your girl in the waters like I'm Marco
Reason why she hop on board
I be mr Falcone
Fisherman I am aught your birdy on my hook but I'm no crook
This a free flow verse no hook
I be the captain of the jab
You don't know what it took
Matter fact I be like Ali using all my puns and hooks to get the mali
Lining up then bricks like some kids playing di Ali
When I'm not farming you can catch me blazing on the gangie
You know where I beez like in the hive with the hunnies
The pretty Mamies don't do the Chrystal meth kids it will turn you to mummy

They say talk is cheap
Call me lord dura this my Pep talk
You can see u be erratic by the way that I walk
Where you find me at the corner with some goodies in my pocket
Head home with my pockets heavy
Nigger that's the plug walk
Walk walk walk walk walk

These days I've been walking on a righteous path
I bearly plug like I'm saving on my tariff math
I'm mainly geared in the streets
Cause I come with the Rathe my shoes came of the boat
You know I'm rocking the Rafs by the stans
Never loose my stance DL-Wuu up on the pants
Niggers always getting but their bitches wanna take a chance
Pockets full of rands you know
I mostly do the money dance
Birdies always chirping reason why your bitch lend a glance
Who dat mans Fonty Falcone yeah
You know I got fans
Mamacita blow me like the wind from the ceiling fans
Which I do not do by the way
I mean sealing fans

They say talk is cheap
Call me lord dura this my Pep talk
You can see you be erratic by the way that I walk
Where you find me at the corner with some goodies in my pocket
Head home with my pockets heavy
Nigger that's the plug walk
Walk walk walk walk walk



Credits
Writer(s): Vuyani Baloyi
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