The Pots (Part I)

I'm invested in the old testament times of settling a beef
A slaughterhouse is no place for your estrogen
I get an estimate to eliminate your bestest men
When we're done you'll be running out the back like wet excrement
I'm always ultra on you fake bloods like a maxi pad
You wearing red bandanas 'cause you think that you American
Until the day you run into a real Cape American
You will learn speed kills like a car accident
I am not gangster but my homies are some other mans
I might see that you are full of kak like dirty underpants
But if you are smart and are willing to be my undergrad
I could teach you how to hustle money from a hustleman

(Number 1 lesson) that I learned from Jigga
I'm not businessman, I'ma business man nigga
I am not content 'til I'm worth 10 figures
So I can give it back to the people to make it bigger
The money that I dinga, It's the green I want to thinta
Even dress code is matching with the money, like tinder
Swipe right, money stays, I linger
I'm a man about my hustle, look at my balls jinga
If I spend all of my money on the liquor
I might figure, that's an investment of 5 figures
Sell it underground with my finger on the trigger
That's how I earn my stripes, like I'm Tigger
I spit verses like a pastor prays away
And I'm hear to save the rap game here SA
I just made a whole a tape in one day
So I don't want to ever hear a rapper complain

A neh, please



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Writer(s): Thabo Fassie
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