[ Featuring YoungstaCPT, E-Jay ]
Woo
Chad
Uh (Mna ndiyayi thandi imali)
If you got money to spend then I bet 20 you flop
I just hit up my plug and I dropped 20 to cop
I'm the reason he prolly got it just keep it on lock
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes so pull up your socks
You ain't got the juice you ain't even got a cup
You are not the truth you ain't never one of us
Took us for a poes now you ballin' on a budge'
You ain't got the fruits I don't even see the funds
I don't know the rules but the winning is a must
When it come to you I don't really feel the love
I put on my shoes now the Gucci in the dust
Bitches comin' through I just know which one to love (Yeah)
I just chase the M's til I pass out
So when I wake up my dreams cash out
I got your dream girl she in the bag now
I always knew how this shit was just gonna pan out
Ayy you can tell all my people that I'm evil
With your ego I'm not so
But I'm tryna get the zeros
And let the beef go
And make millions solid gold
Iyoh iyoh why the f*ck you gotta be so cold
Iyoh iyoh (Ygen) why the f*ck you gotta be so cold
Uh the road to riches test of fitness
I'm a Christian but keep your distance
Non-existent non-consistent
We heard your new song you need assistance
If you tryna be my plus one be honest
Make-up on your face can't erase the problems
Swear I seen your face one day lil' shorty
She just wanna go with me and kick it til the mornin'
She can get the lay up baby stay up
Okay I'ma see you later go get the paper
I say voetsek to the haters we never gave up
Everybody tryna play us they never paid us
Tell my mama that I made it
I just chase the M's til I pass out
So when I wake up my dreams cash out
I got your dream girl she in the bag now
I always knew how this shit was just gonna pan out
Ayy you can tell all my people that I'm evil
With your ego I'm not so
But I'm tryna get the zeros
And let the beef go
And make millions solid gold
Iyoh iyoh why the f*ck you gotta be so cold
Iyoh iyoh (Ygen) why the f*ck you gotta be so cold
Ok naaier lie with an attitude like Ice Cube
She a night out in Durban she an idol
I kill it on the verse one hand on the bible
She spinned and reversed, made a braasa say hayibo
Heard your new shit something's missin'
You're still a new kid you too ambitious
You stupid a 100 thousand rand for these bitches
You vicious now she on the 'gram takin' pictures
Coz I was in jail you feeling cold
All my niggas on clientele and scheming hard from Monday to Sunday
It's Ygen til the end
Why you gotta be so cold
She just wants a piece of bro
She wanna bake and fold I got a place to vibe
She wanna take a troll I tell a bitch bye
Ayy you can tell all my people that I'm evil
With your ego I'm not so
But I'm tryna get the zeros
And let the beef go
And make millions solid gold
Iyoh iyoh why the f*ck you gotta be so cold
Iyoh iyoh (Ygen) why the f*ck you gotta be so cold
Youngsta
Chill out baby girl it's the tip of the iceberg
When it come to waves I'm the youngin that kite surf
Hot sill naaiers couldn't think of a kind word
Your ghost-writer's dead he couldn't scribble a nice verse
North Wynberg I remember when I took Chad there
We did a photoshoot and took pictures as fanfare
I'm comfortable in the ghetto I'm setting up camp chairs
People see you and they just look with a blank stare
You act scared bruh I can't call you a OG
That's something you won't be you live in a soapie
You purchasin' trophies embarrass your whole team
Colder than snow freeze
A uncorrupted music company is something you don't see
I smell something fishy that results in a nose bleed
I call naaiers out like the number was toll-free
Keep my foot firmly on they necks so they won't breathe
When I feel the hate I meditate though I smoke weed
So please rather talk kak to me in Morse code
I say to fill praat I'm shattering your jaw bone
Liquidate your businesses so that it foreclose
Shit is colder than the North Pole Youngin'