Smoking Gun
When I wake up an question and seem sure of myself
Then I look into the mirror and see somebody else
But its shadows of what could be held by more than a belt
But its gucci from the store a nigga never owned before
Inshallah I got the finest one beside me doing chores
I help around the house im only joking bout before
Im better than all them folks over
The opp side stopped popping out like a broke toaster
Last time my ex saw me was on a show poster
Laughed enough for everyone tell em the jokes over
The friends retired
Im not even shocked when bullshit seems to finds ya
Many red flags blood pressure should remind ya
You getting on my nerves I hope I meet nobody like ya
You a prototype and not my type
If sparks will fly im quick to putting out the fire
Putting up with nothing from niggas I know as liars
Put my all in something and hoping to raise higher
Bread gets shared with my niggas and empires, combating inflation
Build imaginations, If I think I should live it
Many different stages, yeah
The only one, face to the sun
The smoking gun, bass to the drum
The only one, face to the sun
The smoking gun, bass to the drum
Double down on peer pressure though beyond all means
How you hate the youth but run around in three quarter jeans
And you bought some silver chains tryna fit in with teens
This is not the person younger you they saw in they dreams
The odds killing me
Yall dont award ability, reward marketability
Dont tell me that is a art, my nigga that is a job religiously
Use to make the songs and have to figure if they feeling me
Now I can't name a painter thats as real as me
This a Picasso'bateli la Nyoga Gogh in the van
I'm on the road show up heavy like "lemme hold on a grand"
I had a moment with fans after my show in the stands
I share values to uphold on microphones with a plan
The only one, face to the sun
The smoking gun, bass to the drum
The only one, face to the sun
The smoking gun, bass to the drum
The only one, face to the sun
The smoking gun, bass to the drum
The only one, face to the sun
The smoking gun, bass to the drum
Then I look into the mirror and see somebody else
But its shadows of what could be held by more than a belt
But its gucci from the store a nigga never owned before
Inshallah I got the finest one beside me doing chores
I help around the house im only joking bout before
Im better than all them folks over
The opp side stopped popping out like a broke toaster
Last time my ex saw me was on a show poster
Laughed enough for everyone tell em the jokes over
The friends retired
Im not even shocked when bullshit seems to finds ya
Many red flags blood pressure should remind ya
You getting on my nerves I hope I meet nobody like ya
You a prototype and not my type
If sparks will fly im quick to putting out the fire
Putting up with nothing from niggas I know as liars
Put my all in something and hoping to raise higher
Bread gets shared with my niggas and empires, combating inflation
Build imaginations, If I think I should live it
Many different stages, yeah
The only one, face to the sun
The smoking gun, bass to the drum
The only one, face to the sun
The smoking gun, bass to the drum
Double down on peer pressure though beyond all means
How you hate the youth but run around in three quarter jeans
And you bought some silver chains tryna fit in with teens
This is not the person younger you they saw in they dreams
The odds killing me
Yall dont award ability, reward marketability
Dont tell me that is a art, my nigga that is a job religiously
Use to make the songs and have to figure if they feeling me
Now I can't name a painter thats as real as me
This a Picasso'bateli la Nyoga Gogh in the van
I'm on the road show up heavy like "lemme hold on a grand"
I had a moment with fans after my show in the stands
I share values to uphold on microphones with a plan
The only one, face to the sun
The smoking gun, bass to the drum
The only one, face to the sun
The smoking gun, bass to the drum
The only one, face to the sun
The smoking gun, bass to the drum
The only one, face to the sun
The smoking gun, bass to the drum
Credits
Writer(s): Neo Ndungane, Regaugetsue Refenyeditswe Leshabane, Thabiso Moya
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