Magriza Lyrics
[AKA:]
I`m too connected, too well respected
Bitches hanging up all my posters with the prestik
If I do it 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 up with that shit
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 a wack place, niggas got bad taste
Tried to give me handshakes, I don`t ever field them
Champagne give me toothache
Bruce Wayne in the Coupe
You niggas trapping on a Tuesday?
I hit the stu` and hit the Duvet
Bird`s 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, jet skiing, ooh, reel 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 bloodclout stay in your lane
Rudeboy 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, eh
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
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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 lawn
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, yay
I`m just 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, jet skiing, ooh, reel 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 bloodclout stay in your lane
Rudeboy 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, eh
[Kwesta:]
Hah, ten year veteran, uh
The best, that`s evident
Even as a freshman I deaded them
But then again these gentlemen I light, Thomas Edison, huh
Boy I got plenty rings
Had to give one to this hot melanin
It ain`t a thing, I came from Buttabing
So Will Smith never taught me what independence is
I`m from the era of the genesis
Designer raps, fuck your measurements
Som tshela u-sis ak`tshela what a fetish is
So I can finesse and finish it at the Radisson
Boy I make pretty money
Hand some 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
[AKA:]
To the niggas out stylin`, profiling, limousine riding
Jet flying, jet skiing, ooh, reel 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 bloodclout stay in your lane
Rudeboy 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, eh
