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Rich young nigga Name got bigger and my change got bigger So my chains got bigger Ferrari, Jaguar switching four lanes with the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thingg"

Listen up, this is how we flow tonight. Every beat, every word, straight from the soul to the mic. I'm bringing that raw energy, that real-talk vibe. When I speak, you feel it deep inside. That's my truth, my rhythm, my way to be free.

Talking bout End Sarz, I'm fucked up, homie, you fucked up But if God got us, then we gon' be audacious

Police on the corners, same fear as the past, You hear the shots in Soweto, they echo in Gqeberha fast. Mama sellin’ vetkoek, just to cover the books, While the pastor preach hope, but he drivin' a Merc. Africa cryin’, but the world don't flinch, So we write our pain in verses, every line a clinch. I ain't tryna make it out—I’m tryna build within, One verse for the soil, one prayer for our kin.

Listen, I'm spittin' these syllables, ridiculous rhythms, legitimate lyrical criminal, minimal limits while cynical critics are typical. Got my own missile, invisible, individual style that's pivotal. Hip-hop's in my veins, remain insane, while others maintain they're the same.

Gold chains resting on the nightstand, smoke drifting slow through the penthouse breeze. We got the chandelier glowing over marble floors while she moves through the shadows. Cartier glasses on the dash, everything custom, living this life without a single worry in the world tonight.

Listen close, these streets ain't no joke, got enemies plotting but they smoke when I approach. Stack paper d

Clock's ticking while I'm spitting fire faster than these rappers can think, mind racing like a marathon runner ain't got time to blink. Critics try to hate but they're too slow to catch my flow, watch me demolish every track till there's nowhere left to go.