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Its Wize on the beat (Ah)
Spinnin like, like
Its Gratitude HD on socials
Its Rap season (Hha!)
Ah, okay, yeah
You feel the heat ma Nigga
Its Wize on the beat (Ah)
This started from the bottom
Right where I'm watching over Now
Been observing I'm on a Space
I'm Hanging with the Moon now
I'm Tryna save the nation
Through lyrics something Like Guna
And yes, I
Really got Emm Dread Locks smoking Ganja
Don't need no one to write for me
Ngiyi Ghost Mangabe Ngbhala
Now how you feel, when seeing Kids
Using Drugs In the streets?
Everybody In this world putting themselves first
Even the Government had
Changed His people Into His slaves
If Jesus is coming back, then why Everybody leaves
I know a lot of homies hate to see the kid succeed
I'm the people's Favorite, and now I will never pay for It
You want a feature homie, tell me what you got for Me
I need Jesus, since ain't no body there to die for me
When I'm struggling, ain't no body that cries for me
I'm still broke, ain't got no body that grinds for Me
If this music never makes It, then what will feed for me
Niggas are vampire's
They biting, and they feeding on Me
They could even hate on Niggas, givin a credit to me
I'm headed to the top
Success and cash looks good on me
If they put us on a battle Rap, you're screwed homie
I'm nowhere to be found, I'm stuck in your girl's gallery
Now where were you, I started spitting since primary
Besides Rap
What I spit is called Therapy
This where I been, on a mission
Without Permission, Still reminiscing
Those days back In, now started spitting
That steady pushing, that how it is been
Forever it will be, this never for free
Gotta pay a fee, my Families Bills
Been trapped in the streets