Lyrics: Ayanda Jiya/BYL THABANG
Music: Ayanda Jiya/BYL THABANG
Y’all are gassed up/
I’ve been on the block like smoke eaters/
...Gold paraphrase, Stroll, patrol leader/
It’s a smash up/
back of the net, goalkeepers/
Ya’ll should back Back up/
It’s Russian roulette/
And yall aint stacked up/
Owning every second, how i'm so eager/
Keep y’all stayed under pressure like flow meters/
double minded, undecided like slow fever/
I got the hardest sounds, thats why im about to throw these speakers/
Who cares how fast im running/
I’m steady on my lane/
I made the rules/
You can never beat me at my own game/
Don't pin me on somebody’s timeline/
The only parameters i live up to is mine/
How I live, how I shine/
What matters to me/
(is) I’m living in my prime
Aint nobody got the courage to slow us/
If they ever did it, then they were never brave enough to show up/
and they never did/
they knew the ropes and never showed us/
I stay handling/
the basics, huh/
They’ll Never fold us/
Put the hammer to the floor/
turn a rock to a pearl/
hang loose for a few days /
till it all unfurl.
all for keeping a Nappy-heads Ok fine a little curl /
How I’m looking at the world/
That’s how i’m looking at the word/
Who cares how fast im running/
I’m steady on my lane/
I made the rules/
You can never beat me at my own game/
Don't pin me on somebody’s timeline/
The only parameters i live up to is mine/
How I live, how I shine/
What matters to me/
(is) I’m living in my prime
Catch me outside the box like buckshot lefonque/
Ima serve ya like a seven course at a restaurant/
yeah you got what you came for you got what you want
Ima walk like the breeze laid back nonchalant/
Always gotta keep a pair of Chucks in the wardrobe/
yall getting handed to the streets/
Long road/\
Lord knows, I made it out to speak to ya/
Now far out, be how Im keeping the music/