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Been in the booth for a minute Like a Mobile Money agent Talking of God, been soul searching Watch, believe it or not, I still pillow fight With my wife and kids that's how I keep it tight Keep it together like the spirit of Madiba Them girls still love me like I'm J Bieber They are asking what I do for a living And I tell them I just put words together on a rhythm Funny as it sounds am not from the Green Reaper I kill niggas every other day that's how I keep 'em Chill I'mma swimmer as that's the only way I get a keeper Michael Phelps on their face and I love a screamer I from a third wave that's the reason why Take away the privilege, your favorite rapper dies Mention my name and someone's mama got have to cry I'm blind to them, like am Stevie and I wonder why Ninshi ine love yandi lyonse yaku foja Naliba laka but I'm beter ngashili sober Ifyakunkoisha iyo ndamisola You've never been real damimona nga fake Dollar Banjeba ati no, mwe ba Bemba mwali mamanya Kuti naba shani chilled, ndi mwana wa Kalandanya? Half tonga bull nemitundu nalisakanya Nobamu chelela gu Mwami wa ntonga mkaligana Ukafaka family pasogolo osati chuma Na life izankala ngati mbuya paka puna Mtendere pa nyumba pachito kukila nkunda Nvelelela ine osa nvelela vama rumor They'll save it, status, let them Bakalu kuponya myala nga Goliath na David And I never leave the house I guess am a free loner Dressed to kill like a suicide bomber Mazo ananitumila ni Danny Kaya Telling me, you proud of me and amma share his fire Nika kumbuka pene nezo rimer chikondi cha Juli mu class Singawale bananifaka ku wire (Being with nobody) (Be bafana leave here) (No, so many face) (No, babe, no game) (So don't be my refuge) And please don't call me fake bro Ain't your shoes I'm a big numbers guy, ain't your views Ninakamba kale mu Matero mulibe kembo Zosakila uzalema but zero Sean Tembo Mpelafye ichi bea-bea na rare view nkome Nelyashi tuli pwishe kwati ni Chintobentobe Bale mbelengela aka book teti bansome Nangu ningabe chupo chabufi teti bantobe About the money These boys telling stories like the sky scrapper Lying to my face like Mexican with no papers About the table Now tell me what you are bring Better be loyalt because you are dinning with the king
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