F.R.E.E (feat. Riky Rick & DJ Tira) - AKA & KDDO

Areyeng (Ayy, ayy), In your area (Yeah, ayy, yeah) Areyeng (Ayy, yeah), in your area (Eh-eh-eh) Labantwana bathi "Dlala Costa Titch" Labantwana bathi "Dlala Maphorisa" Labantwana bathi "Dlala Riky Rick" TKZee, halakasha Areyeng (Woah-woah-woah!) In your area (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Areyeng (Woah-woah-woah!) In your area (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Dlala Costa Titch (Woah-woah-woah!) Dlala Maphorisa (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Dlala Riky Rick (Woah-woah-woah!) Dlala TKZee (Yeah-yeah-yeah) (Okay let's do it like this) If y'all niggas is going hard, my niggas is going harder Murder every feature, I did it like Dwayne Carter Niggas tryna kill me, don't turn me into a martyr If they get me it's fine just bury me in some Prada Louis bag, Louis bag, Louis bag Bathi they ballin' but clearly they cannot do it yet Give me a shorty I'll show you just what to do with that Give her that Louis bag, Louis bag, Louis bag Ziphi weight Nas' i-space Vus' i-case Skinny waist I embrace I need ass on my face Let me taste Tie my lace Hit the race I replace Never chase Hay'bo! Lomtwana uthi "Dlala Liky Liky" Ang'mazi mina ufike no uncle Vinny Eish! Bathi ucava no Major League Kodwa yini? Labantwana bathi "Dlala Costa Titch" Labantwana bathi "Dlala Maphorisa" Labantwana bathi "Dlala Riky Rick" TKZee, halakasha Areyeng (Woah-woah-woah!) In your area (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Areyeng (Woah-woah-woah!) In your area (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Dlala Costa Titch (Woah-woah-woah!) Dlala Maphorisa (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Dlala Riky Rick (Woah-woah-woah!) Dlala TKZee (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Dlala Costa Titch (Woah-woah-woah!) Dlala Maphorisa (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Dlala Riky Rick (Woah-woah-woah!) Dlala TKZee (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Ooh that boy got one hit, ntwana here's another one You can blame it on my skin, shorty you my damn son Pull up with the camp chair, areyeng we in the game [?] we in the rain, life will never be the same I'ma talk about these homies cause they shit is whack Only real survive and ntwana that's just facts I be in the back with Makhado we talkin' stacks Hol' up, they ain't ready for the facts Ishu! GQ we the new issue I be hanging with your girl and she don't, miss you Say I love you I say, "Me too" (Ishu! Ishu!) Bad B, from KwaMashu to the 'burbs She be for the streets, homie she ain't yours I'm too clean homie on my way to Durbs I'm too blessed homie on my way to church Labantwana bathi "Dlala Costa Titch" Labantwana bathi "Dlala Maphorisa" Labantwana bathi "Dlala Riky Rick" TKZee, halakasha Areyeng (Woah-woah-woah!) In your area (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Areyeng (Woah-woah-woah!) In your area (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Dlala Costa Titch (Woah-woah-woah!) Dlala Maphorisa (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Dlala Riky Rick (Woah-woah-woah!) Dlala TKZee (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Dlala Costa Titch (Woah-woah-woah!) Dlala Maphorisa (Yeah-yeah-yeah) Dlala Riky Rick (Woah-woah-woah!) Dlala TKZee (Yeah-yeah-yeah)

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

Its either you Cava or you can't get it In the hill like abafana basthende Tell me do you hate me 'cause i got cheddar Why you tryna play me like a young mega E.C. King like Panamera King of the bling watch for the Era Dogs off the leash 'cause I been fed up Lord of the Rings Georgie Zamdela (club Banger) Aiyoyo Siya jaiva so I'm in my zone Oh yeah I feel it in my bones Slizer tsots', mayibabo Lord don't give me anything I can't control I know you ain't here for the money I know you want me i call you mgani wami And I know that you know that i know Make you my honey Buy you Gucci and Succi I finna pull up in the coupe Damn, its a movie Tell me are you in, are you full in? Or you just got a fat booty? Pythons on the Gucci Got your boyfriend acting like a groupie VVS in the jewellery Now do I look like i got left for bad and boujee We drive cars like Viano Behind bars like Brigado Lunch meet at Palazzo Penthouse room key like piano With the homies Sippin [?], how you know me? Chilling in the club, with the Stogie Boy you binneplaas I'm from Jozi Aiyoyo Siya jaiva so I'm in my zone Oh yeah I feel it in my bones Slizer tsotsi, mayibabo Lord don't give me anything I can't control I know you ain't here for the money I know you want me i call you mgani wami And I know that you know that i know Make you my honey Buy you Gucci and Succi I'm finna pull up with the fammo Whats the handle? Niggas switch sides like channels Tryna blend in like camo' Gold chains in my section Twenty Rosé for the friendships Mwaah, thats a French kiss Ice cold, like revenging Way back I had to pay for entrance[?] Got a price tag, its gonna make you defensive Is that the reason why you find me offensive I'm feeling quite festive I need names and addresses I need sizes of shoes i need sizes of dresses Can't move in the undetected Spread the message, yeses I know you ain't here for the money I know you want me [?] And I know that you know that i know Make you my honey Buy you Gucci and Succi