Lyrics: Tlotliso Simphiwe Msibi
Music: John Moeketsi Mthimkulu
Hold up , they got a question to ask
Is it really really him now ,on the third side
To switch up ,on snap back
Before the dream to sell weed , hold up
I have got a question to answer
Before the seasons change
I had a dream , I had a dream
We were killing things
The code was to kill fame
And there she goes
You can tell how she moves
That fake names they never last
Like fake tidies be class
I have found her road to hell
With my toon shoe
she , she ,she ,she walk a mile ,she fell
And be like ,how come
Coz karma got it all in math
She hate the math I am made
So hobo nigga relax
I am Come ,in hell , exhale
Now I know details
Its because of me I did
Now they claiming my business
They are my made in business
To hate the business side of this
For my tore shoe
They hate me more too, wrong move
Hobos rap too ,do hobos really rap too?
Down south and rock ,popping and lock
Talking like you have got it all
They were never like you
They were never like me
I swear I have made kiddies
Now they thinking they dogs
I feed em milk, now they searching for bones
So who are we kidding , still missing a fact
You might be right ,with your eye closed
I am eye fact for clothes
You might be right
Now they see me for businesses
With a question to ask
Is it really really me now
On the third side ,to switch up
On Snap back , before
Before the seasons change
I had a dream,I had a dream
We were killing things
The code was to kill fame
And there she goes
The code was to kill fame
And there she goes
The code was to kill fame
And there she goes
Its because of me I did
On the mission to get
Pain in vain ,this hate no shame
More love in the hood
Hello Mr hood ,I am good
Farmton not good
Cats and Rats now funs can rap
I'm talking fairgets with ass
It's not easy to rap seven B's and LPGs
A nigga got a dream , dream
Martin Luther
Searching for medusa ,snakes in Hills
A thug mansion indeed
He is the realest one with this , God made me
counting my sins ,that God gave me
A blessing in a curse like that
I made my name a hobo can rap
they see my shoe and laugh ,hold up
They got a question to ask
Is it really really me now
On third side,to switch up on snap back
Before the dream to sell weed , hold up
I have a question to answer
Before the seasons change
I had a dream, I had a dream
We were killing things
The code was to kill fame
And there she goes
The code was to kill fame
And there she goes
The code was to kill fame
And there she goes