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Mad About Africa (Freestyle) Lyrics - Artist : SL
Been on violence
Shout bro cah he been on riding On goal, but you know I can't find him I'm getting tired of this black man timing Bro still gliding Got another one, how exciting Big whips, why they got no mileage? So dig this, how the fuck are they sliding? Let me state facts My story starts when I landed in them flats Used to kick ball but I, weren't all that But if you gave me the ball, know you get it right back Distribute the ball the way I distribute the packs Play me for a fool until I caught him in the act Back against the wall if police catch me on the lack 'Cause I cannot talk on my brother, that's that I'll orchestrate your fall then and I'll carry out the plan Too cool for school, I was chilling with the gang That's what I thought until the teachers called my dad Very next day, the classroom was where I sat If you saw what I saw, you'd understand my lad No regards for the law, I'd rather back my flag Lost in the sauce, man that shit can't stand Forget that and focus on the task at hand Life's just one big old obstacle Niggas get touched and go running to the constable Take a niggas lunch, cah I'm eating when possible Done it off a hunch, had a feeling it was probable My food packs a punch, nittys tell you it's phenomenal Scaring to cunch, shank by my abdominal Hurting your bunch cah that talk ain't tolerable Burn in the clutch left my tires looking horrible Yeah Yeah Ayy Where shall I begin? It's been a long year I'm just happy that the feds dem are not here But if it weren't for them I woulda never got here For every time we meet it makes me see I should be gone clear Ends got peak, so I'm staying at my nans house Cah I just want to make enough P, then cash out And bring along the day one's that ain't dabbed out Not everything's as sweet as my tracks sound Taz got 6 cah he couldn't keep his hands down Bob got nicked cah he wanted them a man down I want no ifs, buts, or maybes in the damn crowd They need to tell me that I'm the king and that's hands down Coming up, I never had no hand out But that don't mean I never have my hands out I was low and you wouldn't know, 'cause you didn't stand 'round You were in the light while I was watching from the background Bro said he got me, I know he meant it I can't see the fake, but I know I sense it The plug gave us a name, that's what we went with I probably sold you bud that ain't been invented Your bitch will line you up, but you never guessed it I drop her a 3-5 as an extra incentive Shut the blinds if the trap gets too hectic Plug knew what it was, you was too sceptic Feds on me, or is it my ethnic? She'll suck the whole team and go back a beverage Yeah, yeah This shits messed I'm coming from a block where my dog could outlive my friend I'm coming for your don if I label him as a threat Bro too hot, I can't ride with him again Thought that he was colourblind the way he's running through the reds Yeah I come up off the drug that trappers said there ain't no prof' in Yeah, that's smelly bud that stays stinking up your pockets Yeah I started rough, gave it a month, then I got it Had the table talking money, he was tryna change the topic Trap gone dry, phone ain't poppin' Looks like another bad day at the office Mummy got the grind, she just struggled to see the logic They like S, how you winnin'? Can't embrace my losses I had to throw dirt over my niggas coffin RIP the guys that never made it out to college Me and bro are out scoping for a neek Like nice chain, but it would look better in me Nigga this is life as usual Only time I'm seeing all my guys is at a funeral Was a shit knife, but I brought it cah it was doable Judge said I went too far, I found it suitable I don't need no funny yutes I don't need no gold tooth I don't need no flashy booth I still come through with this tune I don't need more bad news Or I'm sliding to get duke All I need is to come through Till I'm balling like I hoop We never done this cah we love this If you think so, you're confused No, we done this 'cause we must win So we did what we gotta do |
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