Yeah, (ni kho faka na ma-godo)
Woah, uh
I'm Peter with the pen, not Parker
I'm a man of iron
I go up then I stuck up
Never been a sucker
Aligning to the beat
And aligning with my chakras
You're lining for defeat
If you toe to toe against us
Yeah, we dangerous
Niggas do hate us
But still they can't tame us
Yeah, we're contagious
We're the underdogs
Ones that stay courageous
We do take falls
When we know it ain't us
We do stand tall
When the world against us
We're the majority
With the voice of the minority
Our mothers make a living
From some cents shit is torturing
I'm tryna make a living with some sense
This is poetry
Uh
(Peepin' out the window
I could see what I was missing
Sipping, reminiscing
'Cause my grandma I've been missing
Checkin' up my phone
I wish to answer to her digits
Like those times I stayed
Outside chasing these bitches
She would call me multiple times
To check if I was fine
And I would lie
Most o' the time ignore the line)
You were the only person
I could really vent to, thank you
I'm blessed to have met you, grandma!
Through the highs and the lows
The hi's and hellos
The corners of the world
Ain't nobody give me hope
When a nigga get lost
Imma find my way home
Grandma
And when it rains you a coat
I gotta thank the Lord
That your shoulder never cold
They don't make it like you
You've got heart of gold
You put work for the firm's
So I could never go broke
Eventually
Am tryna feed the fam
Walk my honey to the aisle
Stocko tshenda Fara
Honestly atshi wanali
Despite them ****ing test
We gon pull up in em Ferraris
Yeah
I see what you see
Feel what you feel
How you grew up with siblings
That you ain't even speak
Huh
Huh
Just one way to get to the top
You really gotta struggle
And Uhm go through alot of battles
And be criticized by alot of beings
So you should actually be yourself
And believe in yourself