Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
It only rains when the air is steamy
The pocket only pains when the hustler’s dreamy
I never have the time to explain that theory
So when I come around don’t ask, believe me
I major in a course they call rebellion
That’s for any idea that corrupts the system
I don’t fear the lies that pretend to know me
I love it when you claim to love me
Hate small talk and I’m late for a show
So appreciate the props, but thanks, gotta go
Chorus:
This too shall pass
This fame won’t last
We hustle hard
But you just don’t know
You love me now
But thanks, gotta go
While I’m here I plan to tear it up
In every club I’ll burn it up
And every car I’ll bump it up
Like a drop top Mercedes, class it up
And every beat, I’ll shred it up
With every stanza wrap you up
With every line I’ll wind you up
And every word will pull you up
Like a miniskirt, with nice legs, riding up
'Cause every day I’m stepping up
Making every DJ crank it up
Chorus
I love the money, kicks and girls
And the fame and the perks
And the smiles and the kisses and screams
And the hate mail, beef and jerks
I see you trying to hate me
Talk about me all day
Pretend you don’t play me
I don’t give a damn what you’ve been told
I too am out here digging for gold
Touch down Joburg, take off Lagos
Get back home and pack, adios
And as far as all these haters go
No comment, that’s on a need to know
Chorus
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