Big 5 (feat. Clu)

Ahh like a breath of fresh air
Its AKA up in here (Clu)
IV league baby
You know who it is
I didn't even have to tell you
But I did, just making sure
Come on a ride with us
Oh (AKA) check it out
Let's go (what)

Oh yeah
I'm from the jungle baby
It's the 011 in my blood that makes me
Grab my nuts with a swagger of a young Jay-Z
I live by two phrases, fuck you, pay me (come on)
My pops saying, fuck, you lazy
So I gotta get up off this couch and get up out the house
And do a couple thousand, make a couple rounds
Till the whole IV League is lounging, township
With the lean but I spit that Model C shit
Bruin ou's are the main ou's, don't you see that?
My boy said we can get a kg from the weed man
We can sell it to students stressing before the Prelims
Hold up, I can't be no drug dealer
I'm a dreamer but fuck working for peanuts
And my team got my back like Sealy Posturepedic
Money on my mind and I mean it

Ay we chasing the big 5
Just to be living the good life
Paper getting stacked up
Young black and handsome
Dreams in my head so my jeans looking half done
Still I, be chasing the big 5
It got you living the good life
Tryna plan a great escape
Tired of living day to day
Bounce in my walk
Tell you all 'bout the paper chase
(Why) And we love it

Aight, check it, ja
I can't start to express my love for it
Express how much I adore it
But mama raised me with no cash
Didn't know we was poor' til
The store manager said we couldn't afford it
So let's just walk it
Out cause that's what I do
Lets seat 44
Now that's how I commute
You ever seat next to Bumba e taxin
While the windows shut closed
Plus ngaphandle kuya shisa
I never did try rock them Cubic zirconiums
Always stood back and left inkunzi za khona
I put a lay-bye on some sneakers for four hundred
He in a Benz I'm still repping Corollas
So for that big 5 I'mma be a game ranger
Make my way to the top
And not owe you a damn favor
The soundtrack to my swagger's back
Cause we tired of s'hlales' nqeng' infact
It's always on my mind

Ay we chasing the big 5
Just to be living the good life
Paper getting stacked up
Young black and handsome
Dreams in my head so my jeans looking half done
Still I, be chasing the big 5
It got you living the good life
Tryna plan a great escape
Tired of living day to day
Bounce in my walk
Tell you all 'bout the paper chase
(Let me tell you something boy)
(Why) And we love it
(Let me give you a lil' history lesson)

Check it
Because my last name Forbes
I'm bout my business kid
Take a stand tall and make it on the Riches List
Tryna stack Simba chips so my kicks stay crisp
Ball so hard forgot about when Christmas was
So roll in your Corolla or drive slow in your Polo
I love God, but godamn, I love the dolo (Sorry)
I grab a piece of Jesus
But I grab my Jesus piece quick
Swing my chain from side to side
And make these bitches sea sick

Ain't no limit to what money can do for ya
Paying rent, kids getting privately schooled for ya
Royalty cheques
Income a month with two lawyers
Make sure your enemy uzw' umoya
But, but who knows
What happens to those
Who die with lots of money while making it
Lose souls
Giorgio Armani, Versace and fool's gold
Got me chasing wealth
That will last till tombstones, still I

Ay we chasing the big 5
Just to be living the good life
Paper getting stacked up
Young black and handsome
Dreams in my head so my jeans looking half done
Still I, be chasing the big 5
It got you living the good life
Tryna plan a great escape
Tired of living day to day
Bounce in my walk
Tell you all 'bout the paper chase
(Why) And we love it

This music takes me back to the ghetto
So I hold it down for homies stuck in the meadow
From Cape to Soweto
If hustling ain't easy then let go
They tryna gas you up
Like you were working at Sasol
Pouring the petrol
Driving Iveco
They tryna pull you over
Like you working for Metro
You making ends meet
Uhlalu phanda ma cents, joe