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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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