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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karabo Esihle Kekana
Songwriter
Lyrics
I see, both sides of my family
And get to understand
How I became, a whole island
Within a man
How I became
Somebody you cannot stand
Success is just another thing
I never had to plan...
Trying to hit my peak
Well before I hit my thirties
Trying to hit retirement
A day before it's early
Trying to make moves
But who's dealing with the baggage
Four years later
And you're dealing with a savage
I got 21 days
Til I lockdown dates
I got 21 day
Before I fill my nigga's plates
It's been 21 days
Since a nigga said grace
And if I ever have to plan it
It's gotta be in my space
Me and all my niggas,
Self-worth on Ka Tura Dog
We the mob, we don't need a boss
We just niggas with day jobs
Pay stubs, more loss
It came at a great cost
Put it up in reverse, then we work
With the pay out
I put a lot of a time into
Becoming a great one
I put a lot a time into
Ensuring I stay fun
I put a lot of time into
Ensuring I make funds
I put a lot of time into
The time that I roll blunts
I put a lot of time into
The master of my craft
Had to make a path
Have to channel Jackson when I'm bad
Juggle this and that
Then I got to put my team up on the map
I hope you're keeping score
Never really been too good at math
Had to make a couple promises
For the opulence
Had to make a couple promises
On confidence
Had to make a couple promises
Under providence
Had to make a couple promises
To build a monument
Had to shake this shit up
Fruits of my labor
I'm making smoothies
For the groupies
Fruits of my labor, I mean
I know the music juicy
Reap what I sow
Even when everybody use me
And if I die before
This album drops
I hope you love me all
Enough to try and give a shot
To all my music, and my spirit
Cause it meant a lot
For me to make this music
So I gave it what I got
Mind, soul and body
Everything I put up on the line
Gave it all my time
Just to get me mines
Dug deep
Looking for gold up in my soul
Had to do a lot of things
To turn this house into home
Jeez Louis, please
Pardon my ease
For every verse that I will write
Is just practice for what I preach
Schooling all these niggas
Is something I cannot teach
Cold flows every time I spit fire
A nigga freeze
Writer(s): Karabo Kekana
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