Master'o
Wuh wuh wuh ye it's SH3.NOBIEGH
Wuh wuh wuh ye
Ey fuckin yo bi
Got an Idea
Let's go to Mars
Climbing trees and we blowing on o's
Hate paparazzi
Let's hit my crib dvds and we doin it raw
Fa make a milly I'd put it on gold
Give it to mama and I take the odd
In and out
Driving mercs wit some groupie hoes
Then we fuck the bitches in the outer coast
You don't gotta test me
You done rather ghost
Fucked your bitch from the back
And I insta post
Niggas don't know alot
I just do the most
Got the ego so high
They just feeling lost
Is it high is it low
Bitch ion know
Ye ye bitch ion know
Lately been different my heart
And my mind traumatized
By the fact that I'm chasing the bag
Mama been crying
My grades just been low
And I told her
I'm just tryna study the streets
Selling that butt for da moola
Hundid thousand on my neck for chain
Rockstar baby she go raw or go plain
Deep in the whole I got no need for aim
Got an Idea
Let's take from Marly
Niggas a gee for real
From now to December
Not minding the weather
Let's hit my crib sign a new deal
She's over a milly
Let's talk it over a meal
I smoke till I feel like I'm ill
God gave me the pen and I seal
8 Card and Im playin like Master
No regular I want me some NOCTA
Broke her heart now she jamming to Usher
Broke her heart now she say I'm a monster
Sprint like caster but gotta get faster
Chase my dream cause it don't need no master
Fuck the fame man
I know I'm a big star
Got no money it's nearly the Easter
Got a follow shit I click my insta
Never follow I just like her picters
She tried call me but I got no interest
Give the bag and I give it back duplicate
Switchin lanes bu I never do indicate
Tryna race then you crash the no other way
Money all over
You juss Chase the whole of it
Money all over
You juss Chase the whole of it
Money all over
You juss Chase the whole of it
Money all over
You juss Chase the whole of it
Money ye all over
Money ye all over
Money ye ye
Money ye ye
Money ye ye
All over (Ah)
Started this shit when I was a kid
Momma disliked the shit that I did
I guess because of the shit that got heat
Popping niggas brains out in the street
Opps everywhere looking for me
Bitches got my back killing for me
My niggas ride or die
Anytime we slide
But you know yeah
That shit ain't for free
Bitches be asking me how can it be
You gotta be chosen to be just like me
Don't act like a boss you fuckin trainee
Don't know what it cost to be fucking wit me
Too many bitches they coming in three
Ice on me like I live in the sea
Killing these beats I don't need a degree
Steve wonder I don't need to see
Wuh wuh wuh ye
Ey fuckin yo bi
Got an Idea
Let's go to Mars
Climbing trees and we blowing on o's
Hate paparazzi
Let's hit my crib dvds and we doin it raw
Fa make a milly I'd put it on gold
Give it to mama and I take the odd
In and out
Driving mercs wit some groupie hoes
Then we fuck the bitches in the outer coast
You don't gotta test me
You done rather ghost
Fucked your bitch from the back
And I insta post
Niggas don't know alot
I just do the most
Got the ego so high
They just feeling lost
Is it high is it low
Bitch ion know
Ye ye bitch ion know
Lately been different my heart
And my mind traumatized
By the fact that I'm chasing the bag
Mama been crying
My grades just been low
And I told her
I'm just tryna study the streets
Selling that butt for da moola
Hundid thousand on my neck for chain
Rockstar baby she go raw or go plain
Deep in the whole I got no need for aim
Got an Idea
Let's take from Marly
Niggas a gee for real
From now to December
Not minding the weather
Let's hit my crib sign a new deal
She's over a milly
Let's talk it over a meal
I smoke till I feel like I'm ill
God gave me the pen and I seal
8 Card and Im playin like Master
No regular I want me some NOCTA
Broke her heart now she jamming to Usher
Broke her heart now she say I'm a monster
Sprint like caster but gotta get faster
Chase my dream cause it don't need no master
Fuck the fame man
I know I'm a big star
Got no money it's nearly the Easter
Got a follow shit I click my insta
Never follow I just like her picters
She tried call me but I got no interest
Give the bag and I give it back duplicate
Switchin lanes bu I never do indicate
Tryna race then you crash the no other way
Money all over
You juss Chase the whole of it
Money all over
You juss Chase the whole of it
Money all over
You juss Chase the whole of it
Money all over
You juss Chase the whole of it
Money ye all over
Money ye all over
Money ye ye
Money ye ye
Money ye ye
All over (Ah)
Started this shit when I was a kid
Momma disliked the shit that I did
I guess because of the shit that got heat
Popping niggas brains out in the street
Opps everywhere looking for me
Bitches got my back killing for me
My niggas ride or die
Anytime we slide
But you know yeah
That shit ain't for free
Bitches be asking me how can it be
You gotta be chosen to be just like me
Don't act like a boss you fuckin trainee
Don't know what it cost to be fucking wit me
Too many bitches they coming in three
Ice on me like I live in the sea
Killing these beats I don't need a degree
Steve wonder I don't need to see
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Writer(s): Kagiso Mtshali
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