Do Better (feat. Kly, Patoranking & Riky Rick) - Major League DJz, Nvcho & Mathandos

Six million ways to die, choose one This land is still, my home This land is still, my home Out by a shanty, where the dust hangs high Far from a river where things grow green The flowers weep and they lean away From the blood stained soil beneath my feet Uh, all this pressure gon' be the death of me Fake love killin' my energy I been thinkin' about the memories Pour some liquor for all my enemies Pour some liquor for all my dead homies R.I.P I'll see you there homies I pray I meet you at the crossroad Sooner or later only God knows (only God knows) What it do though? (Do though?) I never thought I'd pull up in a two door I was rapping for fun but now it's fruitful When fruitful, also come with brutal Sometimes I feel like I wanna leave it If I leave then who they gonna believe in? How they gonna receive it? Or do they even need it? I tried to bend my knees But my knees were already bent I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now I called to my God but he was sleeping on that day I guess I'll just have to depend on me, oh (Yeah, uh) Reminiscing about the hard times I know I'm living on borrowed time I'm the greatest of all time But I'm tired and I wanna put the ball down, eish Mama told me, "Look where you are now" uh If you leave it, Riky we all down, yeah If you leave it, Riky we all suffer, eish That kinda pressure is a motherfucker Why did it have to be me? (Why did it have to be me?) Red eyes, mi can't see (red eyes, mi can't see) Late nights, mi can't sleep (late nights, mi can't sleep) These days, mi can't weep (these days, mi can't cry no more) Sometimes I feel like I wanna leave it If I leave then who they gonna believe in? How they gonna receive it? Or do they even need it? The cool September blows the seeds away The harvest blown again this year But I'll return a stronger man I'll return to me my homeland No grave shall hold my body down This land is still my, my home This land is still my home This land is stil my home

I just moved to a island Mean mug, no smiling 50 niggas behind me Mean niggas so ugly Puffing on Jamaica You can't fuck with my Haitians Duce you to your maker Okay, nangu uBoss Zonke Bhek', bhek', bhek', nangu uBoss Zonke Bathi they balling, I coudn't tell My hunnies they look like Lizelle I book them into the hotel They calling my phone, I switch off my cell Fuseg! Fuseg! Fuseg! These bitches are crazy, abakhuzek' My niggas are on nongolozen x2 Fuck all this rap shit, these niggas Pretenders Ngidinga le tender, biza uMalema And tell him we tryna get rich before December Eish, mhlawumbe September I'm chasing this money like I got a [?] Shoutout to Themba, he told me I got this I still remember Lalela son, you got a boss Thina singene nge nkane, thina singene nge Force Don't tell me bout cars, my niggas just Bought a bus Fuseg! Fuseg! Fuseg! My niggas are on nongolozen My niggas are crazy, abakhuzek x2 Sidle e mgotini Cava the ndwango, shoutout my niggas in Lango, Shoutout my niggas in Venda Shoutout to all the Makhados My niggas they want some more, they tryna Fana na lo Ngithi no! We built this up from the floor I promised my mama we'd never be poor I just moved to a island Mean mug, no smiling 50 niggas behind me Mean niggas so ugly Puffing on Jamaica You can't fuck with my Haitians Duce you to your maker Damn Riky that's a long verse nigga But enough with the [?] or the [?] nigga I been in the stu working on a new album Besides that, I don't wanna hurt niggas I prefer the liquor, call the girls nigga Tell them they should come to the burbs with Us I'm a hood nigga, I ain't never gon change It's JC le Roux over Veuve nigga Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga I never had shit, til I told my story on Beats Now cava what happened, I got a mansion Fuck the attention Ngithi Fuseg! Fuseg! Fuseg! Ke iketsetsa nthwaka le ntlogele You don't believe that I'm a ghost huh? Dumelang ge ke le poke I'm not a ghost, I'm an animal Ngwanyana nketsetse plane mo Carpo swipe-a mo, swipe-a, swipe-a, swipe- A, swipe-a mo Ra ba rata basadi mos I'm getting money with my niggas I'm getting money with my niggas Do you know what this remind me of? I'm getting money with my niggas I just moved to a island Mean mug, no smiling 50 niggas behind me Puffing on Jamaica Then kick ball with my Haitians Duce you to your maker Having dinner with the Guptas We was talking bout Lutas Ain't nobody mention you guys Getting murdered by the new guys Killing niggas with the raps and my Motherfucking [?] Skinny [?] My niggas are on and we won't let this go Don't ask me to stop cause you know that I Will say no My niggas are jewellers we all going gold Platinum (Eish!) Got niggas that's dying of stress And I wanna take em out of the hood But right now giving back is a bit of a Stretch Eish I wanna tell my niggas I can only wish you well my niggas I'm just tryna keep it real my niggas Coming up is like hell my niggas, is like hell My niggas