Let's handle this street creed game(the range, the range) It goes nyo!. nyova Habashwe, Habashwe Nyovest, nyovest Habashwe Yeah, I stole the show, romour has it I'm a crook Maybe go bowa ma boer, romour has It I'm a vloek Your niggaz fell and haesale le Explainer Ke phela ke nyaloha nkare KE price ya gautrain Casper Nyovest Maq'uzu (Haolore Onthola kae) Leng thola Kasi ke tshesa di cheese Curl majub-jub Topless, fuck more, tsitsi I'm raw Nstentseng lona le dula le ringa nkare Phone ya call center Ya'll niggaz is more lady, more cheesy, More ketchup I'm more pac, I'm more jigger, I'm More impro, more jabba Ntwana le shapa ba vuke A ke felwe ke di line nkare ke phatlha Ya mangope First album man I'm fucking with the Greatest We aint infait shit but diyele now we Made it Those niggaz is forever come after Nkare sitlamatlama Nomsa Nene rappers, Yah vele n'iya Zama-zama Tsibip, ha ha yewena Ha ha yewena Ek se tsibip ha ha yewena Ka shwa ye wena Tsibip, ha ha yewena Ha ha yewena Ek se tsibip ha ha yewena Ka shwa ye wena Shout out motswakoriginat or, re yaho Bona Khuli Girl see me and scream I'm like a Horror movie Ke ba shapa one-one It's funny I hated accounting, mara Bona nou ke shapa number heee Heee a re tshwane, Heee a re Tshwane Education is the key to success ha re Kgane maan The mean sign, key tsa revolution Entlek why o phila ong shebile Ha ke repeat ya yizo-yizo jou swai nek Just let me know if it's physical O tla vaya slow go le dissimal I kill the show coz it's critical Ngphethi blackberry ne iphone, The Bold and the beautiful Aw' ghetto fabulous roudy-roudy Woman say that the sun above me Re yetsa stocko wena ha ba mamela Rona re hlaba manala ditedu tsa Khaphela E kere Tsibip, ha ha yewena Ha ha yewena Ek se tsibip ha ha yewena Ka shwa ye wena Ek se, Tsibip, ha ha yewena Ha ha yewena Ek se tsibip ha ha yewena Ka shwa ye wean

I'm not ashamed of my failures But at the same time, I'm not ashamed of my success Mama I made it! Woo! Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the greatest of them all? I just bought two cribs and I'm about to buy more All the glory to God, we pray that we never fall Made it, became a boss my nigga, I caught the shots here This is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe Ah, yeah Born and raised in Maftown but now you know that The most common subject was all the things that we don't have And even though we promised each other we'd push and won't slack Sadly most mans is still relying on their old men I was always visiting niggas, I'd never host them 'Cause I was too embarrassed, we ain't have enough toast then And bills were the only things we received from the postman Pretty bitches gave me ugly looks when I'd approach them We saw any result as a win 'Cause we started from bottom, poverty brought us together 'Cause we had it in common, we didn't have to agree We just had to survive, or get arrested or die Man thank God I'm alive Not just alive but alive with a purpose Put a cross in a Bentley 'cause the devil tryna hurt us Nothing comes easy my nigga we did the circuit The ice that I wear makes the cold nights worth it The Rolex is flooded with VVS And the policy is going from a wannabe to the nigga they wanna be I went from a hype man to a flexible flight plan The yard is a hectare, the crib is cool but price man Okay I'm lying the crib is mad too But dawg I had to, get the fucking castle Right after the black Coupe she came in a cat suit That's what the cash do, It minimizes hastle This is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe Yeah, I don't talk much these days Damn it I used to be a chatter box And that makes you look like you are pretending to be the man you're not Nowadays I just let my catalog or Mandela talk Bring the Dom Pérignon, that will set it off Yeah, different with each women like menopause But if she loyal I'ma let her ball, Ben and Rose I will give you everything except love And furthermore... Just understand that I'ma be an ass when the pressure is on And I get a little anxious when it takes long Promise to never judge me when I ain't strong I see myself just as great as a K-God So I can't pretend to like the compilers that y'all paid off Man I'm more likely to end up as the greatest Than I am to fall in love with this fame shit I used to be a saint kid Told my fans that I would never say bitch And now I'm getting money everyday bitch Haha I'll admit that I changed a bit But that's what happens when they pretend that you ain't legit And your competition is just as privileged as Taylor Swift Black and proud, don't give a fuck if they hate the kid A lot of things in this world I got two favorites It's either I'm talking about money or I'm making it My parents where both poor I didn't know what to make of it Until I got mass appeal and being poor made me rich This is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the greatest of them all? Well I just bought two cribs and I'm about to buy more All the glory to God, we pray that we never fall Made it, became a boss my nigga, I caught the shots here Dear Lord forgive those who went against me, it's just envy I went from a Gusheshe to a Bentley So excited about my new car that I can't sleep Soon as this morning I hit the tank til it's empty But dear Lord I pray that I stay humble They hoping that I fall, I pray that I won't fumble I got kids to inspire, I'm the one that they look up to I'm a hero, the Tarzan of this concrete jungle The Tarzan of this concrete jungle The Tarzan of this concrete jungle