ANTi-SOCiAL (feat. Rozei)
Yeah
I get the ball and I dunk it
Either that or I'm passing the roc
We just some young niggas from the block
Real nigga, I don't talk alot
I stay in my lane, smokin' that mary jane
Not for the pain
it's just a gateway, to get away from the hoes and their drama
I'm here for the commas, the daughters and fuck it I'm taking they mommas
Uh
Ain't nun' changed, still old' me
Posted up w/ the OGs and we smokin' that OG kush
Straight from the soil, the young niggas outta control
Killlin' shows, duckin' hoes, stackin' dough
Shit nigga yeah, you know how it go
Million dollars minimum for the flow
Selling records never sellin' my soul
Adonis is back in the kitchen, plottin' with Rozei
The game chose us we had no say
Yeah
Can't wait til we all paid then I'm comin' for all the shit that I couldn't get
Feel like Ahmad Lewis how I'm reminiscing bout Back In The Day
(Reaper)
She got some money to be greedy (Greedy)
Colder than the season (Season)
Struggle for the cheese (Yeah)
No money in my fees, but I kinda smell like cheese
Smokin' til Chinese (Oh Lord)
Sippin' til I'm slow, me and reaper know (Facts)
Bop your head bro, we gon' take you to the show
They crazy for them lopes and we gonna make it
Hella elevating
So much green, Jamaican
Pay day on a rain day
I'm southside, bouta slip 'n slide
Oh my god, on the beat I glide
This your life and you gotta decide
If your rap ain't down then we here to revive
Niggas fake and they pickin' sides
Skinny white bitch and she got no pride
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
I get the ball and I dunk it
Either that or I'm passing the roc
We just some young niggas from the block
Real nigga, I don't talk alot
I stay in my lane, smokin' that mary jane
Not for the pain
it's just a gateway, to get away from the hoes and their drama
I'm here for the commas, the daughters and fuck it I'm taking they mommas
Uh
Ain't nun' changed, still old' me
Posted up w/ the OGs and we smokin' that OG kush
Straight from the soil, the young niggas outta control
Killlin' shows, duckin' hoes, stackin' dough
Shit nigga yeah, you know how it go
Million dollars minimum for the flow
Selling records never sellin' my soul
Adonis is back in the kitchen, plottin' with Rozei
The game chose us we had no say
Yeah
Can't wait til we all paid then I'm comin' for all the shit that I couldn't get
Feel like Ahmad Lewis how I'm reminiscing bout Back In The Day
(Reaper)
She got some money to be greedy (Greedy)
Colder than the season (Season)
Struggle for the cheese (Yeah)
No money in my fees, but I kinda smell like cheese
Smokin' til Chinese (Oh Lord)
Sippin' til I'm slow, me and reaper know (Facts)
Bop your head bro, we gon' take you to the show
They crazy for them lopes and we gonna make it
Hella elevating
So much green, Jamaican
Pay day on a rain day
I'm southside, bouta slip 'n slide
Oh my god, on the beat I glide
This your life and you gotta decide
If your rap ain't down then we here to revive
Niggas fake and they pickin' sides
Skinny white bitch and she got no pride
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Credits
Writer(s): Philasande Mabaso
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