Burg Soash Part. 1

Thought I was capping when I said that I done seen it all
Been it all, bumped fists with plugs and dealers who really deal it all
My one sponsor a nigga who never move at all
Whatever you might need best believe homie move it all
Eight thirty five on the corner of fife i come alive
Coz the block just might turn into Joburg
But I'll arrive where I gots to alive I got some merch man
I'm hot gotta move like it's your burg
I'm just a burg nigga tryna get by, I mean do you blame me
Street hustlers raised me
If I was up for adoption guess who would claim me
One oh nine hookers and weed niggas who pay me

It's the seventeenth and your boy be mad broke
And I'm unemployed I ain't on no pay roll
Gots to make a buck before I duck and lay low
Plus the image need some cash just to shine this halo

Put me on my G, what you got
Which block do you need a nigga on I ain't scared of no cops
He said he had a bag that he had to move south to esigodini
But it should have went emini
Me I make a plan I'm like cool what's the move
He's like vayi get your trans at Evelyn
I'm like the youth bruh, all we want is jobs like Steven
Against all odds add it up and get even
He packs my bag
Skyfs a vay I take a drag
Then I'm off man it's either get zaffed or make a bag
Got no time to humble brag eight k on my back
So much bronco on me CIMAS wouldn't know how to act
Yoh
Fast forward

Now the fit moving faster than my nut when I bust quick
Driver got a bust lip talking shit that was toxic
He said most niggas think they God but don't know he's agnostic
Air con on on my mind ain't no conflict
Ain't no Akon thoughts though I might be a convict
If the car gets stopped at this road block
Coz you know these military cops got like mad glocks
Maybe how I'm moving be a little bit risky
He must have read my thoughts coz he passed me the whisky
We approach the zafs man I pray they don't frisk me
I'm thinking bout my girl and the way that she kiss me
Will she miss me

If I ain't back in the burg I'm Tryna move to the burbs
Either wheeling or dealing or spitting words
I know a lot folk might think it's absurd
To chase a bag this bad but this is life in the burg

Nigga we outside

And we just passed the toll gate
Zafs could have brushed a young nigga like colgate
But we had a bribe destiny be my soul mate
I'm about to make a bag inflate my pockets like oh eight

I get out the jap enter into another one
I'm sitting at the back to swap a bag for another one
Homie at the front grabs a stack and another one
Then he lights a blunt and a vay and another one
Then he looks at me gois a slap and another one
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