Album Cover Magriza

Magriza

AKA

8

Run that ting back boy, run that ting again

Boy boy better get out a wave

In a killer ting chat now (we wanna rave)Bring out you, with that bass

I′m too connected too well respected

Bitches hanging up all my posters with the prestik

If I do like I'm supposed to, it′s expected

Please don't bother me for a photo

But the guest list, yeses

Take it back to the essence

TDK cassette shit

Still a pedestrian

Oh yeah I'm talking way back

Way back when English or Vernac was still a question

I′m the one they aim at

We don′t pay the same tax

Don't stay in the same flats

We ain′t in the building

Rappers in the whack place, niggas got bad taste

Tryna give me handshakes, I don't ever feel them (back)

Champagne give me toothache (toothache)

Bruce Wayne in the Coupe (coupe)

You niggas trapping on a Tuesday (Tuesday)

I hit the stew and hit the Duvet

Birds eye point of view

So high

Gorilla glue

North side

Chilling in the pool

Tropika

So smooth

To the niggas out stylin′

Profiling

Limousine riding

Jet flying

Cash stealing

We in the deal

I can't believe it

Bitch niggas catch feelings

Drop top, no ceiling

Top spot, no seating

Can you feel it (yebo)

We don′t catch feelings (hell no)

If you a blood clout stay in your lane

Rude boy better get out my way

If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain

Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, yeah

I done suffered for the cause

Summer after summer I put numbers on the board

Damn, am I the only rapper with the balls?

To say I don't really give a fuck about awards?

All I ever wanted was applause

All you ever wanted was a Porsche

I'm rocking stunners, you wouldn′t cava in the mall

You Stevie wonder when the zaka is involved

Greedy with the arms, feed you water on the lawns

Dripping sauce that′s cheese parmesan

I don't fuck with broads I just feed it to my dogs

20 Jager bombs got you reaching for the stars, yeah

I′m trying to be honest

Niggas in the game treat me like I'm a target

Go ahead put the blame on me

I′m the same OG I just made more cheese

I was at the SAMAs in the nosebleed seats

Fast forward 2 years I ain't wrote no speech

Got a plaque plaque by my old PC

Now I′m finna count racks like I'm Motsepe

To the niggas out stylin'

Profiling

Limousine riding

Jet flying

Cash stealing

We in the deal

I can′t believe it

Bitch niggas catch feelings

Drop top, no ceiling

Top spot, no seating

Can you feel it (yebo)

We don′t catch feelings (hell no)

If you a blood clout stay in your lane

Rude boy better get out my way

If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain

Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game

NAh, ten year veteran, hah

The best, that's evident

Even as a freshman I deaded them

But then again these gentlemen I light, Thomas Edison

Boy I got plenty rings

Had to give one to this hot melanin

It ain′t a thing, I came from Buddabing

So Will Smith never taught me what independence is

I'm from the era of the genesis

Designer raps, fuck your measurements

Som tshela uSis to tell you what a fetish is

So I can finesse it and finish it at the Radisson

Boy I make pretty money

Handsome to my people, now ain′t a nigga ugly?

Anisebahle

That's word from some big account

Used to roll a whole fucking bank

And get high as Orion′s belt

And now we roll up to the fucking bank

It's all green on both sides of the fence, eish

To the niggas out stylin'

Profiling

Limousine riding

Jet flying

Cash stealing

We in the deal

I can′t believe it

Bitch niggas catch feelings

Drop top, no ceiling

Top spot, no seating

Can you feel it (yebo)

We don′t catch feelings (hell no)

If you a blood clout stay in your lane

Rude boy better get out my way

If I get a clean shot, I go blow out your brain

Treat me like Magriza, put you on the game, ey