POINT 5
I'm a mad man
Dave, but no I ain't Santan
Caged, since back in like grade ten
Miss days when I'd be on Ben ten
With my great friends, like aye
I remember way back when
We was chilling, didn't stress about a damn thing
Ain't no iPhones, ain't no baddies
Ain't no uh, or the damn gram
Aye, I just be living my life
Still trying to recover from things that we seen
When we walked through the nights
No Figo, I'm not switching sides
I was born in the Gardens
I promise forever I'm repping the five
And I'm not thinking twice
Some of my niggas got locked in the streets
And unfortunately, they did pay the price
That's just how it is in this life
Forever I'm repping the five
Eish, flyest in the city, they call me Jet Black
Too many brothers lose lives where we at
Conquered my fears and all that
I feel like a dinosaur
It's probably my duty to put us on the map
Teach these young niggas to move without straps
Learn to kill bulls on the market, just move like El Matador
Yea, I ain't even have tapped in my prime
But homies be claiming I am the goat
They know I'm sliding, I'm on my way up
Only talk about rands when I grab the phone
My homie Mmisa got locked in the pen
It was sad when they told me he snatched a soul
I pray to God that one day he'll be free
By the time a young nigga be banging shows
Aye, I just be living my life
Still trying to recover from things that we seen
When we walked through the nights
No Figo, I'm not switching sides
I was born in the Gardens
I promise forever I'm repping the five
Dave, but no I ain't Santan
Caged, since back in like grade ten
Miss days when I'd be on Ben ten
With my great friends, like aye
I remember way back when
We was chilling, didn't stress about a damn thing
Ain't no iPhones, ain't no baddies
Ain't no uh, or the damn gram
Aye, I just be living my life
Still trying to recover from things that we seen
When we walked through the nights
No Figo, I'm not switching sides
I was born in the Gardens
I promise forever I'm repping the five
And I'm not thinking twice
Some of my niggas got locked in the streets
And unfortunately, they did pay the price
That's just how it is in this life
Forever I'm repping the five
Eish, flyest in the city, they call me Jet Black
Too many brothers lose lives where we at
Conquered my fears and all that
I feel like a dinosaur
It's probably my duty to put us on the map
Teach these young niggas to move without straps
Learn to kill bulls on the market, just move like El Matador
Yea, I ain't even have tapped in my prime
But homies be claiming I am the goat
They know I'm sliding, I'm on my way up
Only talk about rands when I grab the phone
My homie Mmisa got locked in the pen
It was sad when they told me he snatched a soul
I pray to God that one day he'll be free
By the time a young nigga be banging shows
Aye, I just be living my life
Still trying to recover from things that we seen
When we walked through the nights
No Figo, I'm not switching sides
I was born in the Gardens
I promise forever I'm repping the five
Credits
Writer(s): Obakeng Mashiloane
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