Текст песни
This my breaking point they don't play my joints
This my breaking couldn't fill the void
This my breaking point damn I hate the noise
This my breaking point called to hear her voice
This my breaking point they don't play my joints
This my breaking couldn't fill the void
This my breaking point damn I hate the noise
This my breaking point called to hear her voice
No answer guess she still mad
Will I ever get her back don't think so
Focused on the bigger bag get info
Getting to much I wanna smoke call Benzo
Punching the air like Rambo
Damn it I'm stressing it's getting to me
Once I see her face my heart is at ease
Couldn't play this for this bros
They wouldn't care Lord knows
But we still bros standing 10 toes
we seen a lot just spinning the block
Nigga in the hood, get to the top
Re tlobola skipa
Inesta World Cup final ba sa tlong fila
Bethile topo re bethile flopo
1-0 mang o satlo sicka
One of one bareng, ka spina
Ain't no way nigga rapping so good and making no money
Came out the hood and now it is sunny
Raining days sometimes it get muddy
But it is funny how people can change
Having my way at the end day
Have eyes and ears like please don't test me
What you say can be your ending
What you do just be depending
Do I write a verse or I book a hurse
Can do both but we keep it low
Streets is streets now I do raps
Just leave it there ain't no turning back
I go foward then I bring my pack
Probably piss em off I said that
This my last track I can go back
Chasing the racks
This my breaking point they don't play my joints
This my breaking couldn't fill the void
This my breaking point damn I hate the noise
This my breaking point called to hear her voice
This my breaking point they don't play my joints