Top Brass

Oh wow
If we are honest we been on top for a while
They talk grizzy but when they see us they bow
All of you chanas get chin checked for the crown
Mona re tshela thupa, ke molao
Now now don't be coming around my vicinity star struck still stuttering
We all about handing business
We don't have time for your hollering
Better move outta my way you cannot handle the bludgeoning
White mask on the face I'm looking like Micheal Myers up in Halloween
Motivated by the bands
Give me a million grand
I do everything that they can't
The rapping is always advanced
A gymnast on the stands, I'm always sticking the landing
We popping off like acne

If you live young you die fast
We can pedal to the metal never running out of gas
They hoping that we crash
Need my posse with dineros gotta pack em in the bag
We the top brass
Need my posse with dineros gotta pack em in the bag
We the top brass
Need my posse with dineros gotta pack em in the bag

I keep it clean, blessed
You niggas hoping that we crash
This is the boom room, ain't nothing but a lot of cash
Ready to come back but bitch I ain't never left
Mommy don't crave shit, my stick never out of gas
We know you niggas got them numbers but don't wanna call
You niggas know we got the drill, street and trap for sure
Go head and holla all your niggas we ain't punking out
We still remember Farakhan so we gonn shoot for three
I know you niggas straight pussy so we run it out
We lost a lot of niggas but we married to the game
I told my niggas don't co-operate when I get shot
Slide, take a life

If you live young you die fast
We can pedal to the metal never running out of gas
They hoping that we crash
Need my posse with dineros gotta pack em in the bag
We the top brass
Need my posse with dineros gotta pack em in the bag
We the top brass
Need my posse with dineros gotta pack em in the bag



Credits
Writer(s): Pontsho Fidzane
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