Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
These beats are key to my ignition get me started up
In the studio I warm up like an engine, watch me gearing up
Mzanzi needs a new hero huh, watching me suiting up
Groupie chicks wanna loosen up like they don’t get enough
Love in the club ’cause attentions focused on a star
Or a star to be, young roller with an entourage
You wanna be kings of the game, I aim to be a God
Force this heavy music in your ear like I know what you want
Have my way on these beats like daddies on their little girls
Speak when you spoken to, besides that never say a word
That’s an attitude that I wish these haters would adopt
’Cause they always pixelate your image when you looking sharp uh
Damn, and that’s never a good look
So when you see me finding bad girls for my good books
Just understand that I put on for my city
If you dropping tops, make sure that you'll never need your ceilings ’cause
Hook:
Rainy days ahead just to clear a brother’s drought
Everybody sleeping on him, till he wyl'in out
Everybody selling dreams guess we'll see who's living one
One time for my brothers on their hustle hard
Gotta pick it up, dial a number let them know
That we chargin’ now like we got too, many shows huh
We getting paid that’s how we be gettin’ made
Every day just a modern hustler making some change
Verse 2:
Huh, freshest MC outta my city
Scheming doing it big, you would swear im rolling with Kenny
Kick it with pretty girls and I’m scoring many like Benny
Bend them like Lekolia but pushing a rap career huh
Every rapper wanna blow up in JHB
But I act me and popularity Met, J&B
Can’t you see, I’m mastering these ceremonies
I told stick around we'd be doing better that to Monique
Oh yeah that’s deep, deep in the game that’s penetration
We almost there what’s with the hesitation and waiting
The beat is ill and I fear to take no more medication
Till death do part, me and my art I will forever make it
You got a dream but you too lazy to get up and chase it
You'll never reach your full potential ’cause fear amazement
I’m out here try’na get this paper like an Ex-Mason
Cause’ most underground rappers never make it out the basement.
Hook:
Rainy days ahead just to clear a brother’s drought
Everybody sleeping on him, till he wyl'in out
Everybody selling dreams guess we'll see who's living one
One time for my brothers on their hustle hard
Gotta pick it up, dial a number let them know
That we chargin’ now like we got too, many shows huh
We getting paid that’s how we be gettin’ made
Every day just a modern hustler making some change
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