Muzi's Place
Homies that I knew I don't even wanna text
This be the flow put them n*** on they necks (ey)
Chains on my neck I don't even have those (ey)
I been going threw it,You don't wanna get snapped (ey)
N*** think we cool until I really went ghost (ey)
N*** think we close cut em off in a sec (ey)
I don't like rumours,rather talk about it now (ey)
I got a lotta issues that I couldn't let go (ey)
I've been doing things got me glowing like a beam (ey)
I've Been on the low I was skating in my teens
My homie selling dank,Say he get it any means
Selling in the trains He was moving with the fens
I been going off all this fighting in the ally
I ant coming home I've been doing free shows (ey)
Way back when Couldn't pay for my sessions
I done turn the person that I didn't wanna be
Minimum wage but,I'm saving every cent
Investing in myself cuz nobody else will
Vent on a page then,I take it to the stage (ey)
Marsh pit slowly turn into rampage (ey)
All my n*** gang,Overcame how we grew (ey)
Number 1 rule Maintain What we do (ey)
Gotta a lotta pride For the south side crew (ey)
N*** steady ridding Got a bag in the boot (ey)
Terry in the back say he Liable to shoot (ey)
I was in pursuit N*** took a wrong route (ey)
Haven't seen him since
Say he moved to the slums (ey)
If you don't recruit how's the gang gon' spread? (ey)
N*** hate school Say he failing every grade
Private estate,Gotta call me at the gate (ey)
N*** selling phones Just to go and buy a brick
Plotting in the corner Say he bout to hit a lick
Birds in the trap
Men they don't really sing
N*** got a stick Say he liable to swing
I was in the trap paying territory tax
You don't wanna know
How I'm tryna sell a plac
Mixing in the back then You put it in the rack!
Got a lotta bag then You put it in a Stash
N*** don't pass N*** smoke it in the glass
N*** on blast you don't wanna get embarrassed
Said I wouldn't last but I'm still in one piece
Wanna see me dead
Broke down In the streets
I've been on the move like I'm finishing a lease
Dawgs on the leash Got a stash on the seats
Word on the streets nigga lies and he cheats
Birds in the trap
But they don't really sing
Birds in the trap
But they don't really sing
Got some birds in the trap
But they don't really sing
This be the flow put them n*** on they necks (ey)
Chains on my neck I don't even have those (ey)
I been going threw it,You don't wanna get snapped (ey)
N*** think we cool until I really went ghost (ey)
N*** think we close cut em off in a sec (ey)
I don't like rumours,rather talk about it now (ey)
I got a lotta issues that I couldn't let go (ey)
I've been doing things got me glowing like a beam (ey)
I've Been on the low I was skating in my teens
My homie selling dank,Say he get it any means
Selling in the trains He was moving with the fens
I been going off all this fighting in the ally
I ant coming home I've been doing free shows (ey)
Way back when Couldn't pay for my sessions
I done turn the person that I didn't wanna be
Minimum wage but,I'm saving every cent
Investing in myself cuz nobody else will
Vent on a page then,I take it to the stage (ey)
Marsh pit slowly turn into rampage (ey)
All my n*** gang,Overcame how we grew (ey)
Number 1 rule Maintain What we do (ey)
Gotta a lotta pride For the south side crew (ey)
N*** steady ridding Got a bag in the boot (ey)
Terry in the back say he Liable to shoot (ey)
I was in pursuit N*** took a wrong route (ey)
Haven't seen him since
Say he moved to the slums (ey)
If you don't recruit how's the gang gon' spread? (ey)
N*** hate school Say he failing every grade
Private estate,Gotta call me at the gate (ey)
N*** selling phones Just to go and buy a brick
Plotting in the corner Say he bout to hit a lick
Birds in the trap
Men they don't really sing
N*** got a stick Say he liable to swing
I was in the trap paying territory tax
You don't wanna know
How I'm tryna sell a plac
Mixing in the back then You put it in the rack!
Got a lotta bag then You put it in a Stash
N*** don't pass N*** smoke it in the glass
N*** on blast you don't wanna get embarrassed
Said I wouldn't last but I'm still in one piece
Wanna see me dead
Broke down In the streets
I've been on the move like I'm finishing a lease
Dawgs on the leash Got a stash on the seats
Word on the streets nigga lies and he cheats
Birds in the trap
But they don't really sing
Birds in the trap
But they don't really sing
Got some birds in the trap
But they don't really sing
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Writer(s): Lihle Mbhele
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