Young sober nigga
At the function double cup the milk
Keep my shades on
I hate eye contact
Look at my outfit instead
I see dark mamacitas like my retinas dead
They downing hella margaritas
Treat the floor like a bed
RIP my big homie Reg
I can't believe that you're gone I feel your spirit in the air
You was the one that believe in me when nobody did
You probably chilling at the pearly gates puffing a square
Tell God I'm tryna make it
And I'm still at the bottom
Matter fact give him
The phone let me holla at him
Hello father it's me again
I know I'm drowning in sin
In these streets tryna make it
I pray I never give up
I'm a heartless artist I take the beat and rip it apart
I'm a starving artist I'm hoping that I really blow up
Everything is saucy
We playing Marvin Gaye on the farm
I'm not homophobic
I masturbate to lesbian porn
If I die
Dont cry
Just hit my f*cking line
We talking till stars burn
I'll see you again
Never in my life have I rolled with a gang
My shadows my only accomplice I'm moving alone
I'm a firm believer of god a righteous man
But don't ask me bout the Bible
I'm not a fan
I'm come in peace my nigga I'm never throwing hands
But F*ck my enemies and the niggas who's owe me Rand's
How many salaries you need to feed another man
How many calories you need to be the bigger man
Bigamist jumping from bitch to bitch he'll prolly die quick
Pussy is power
So powerful
It'll devour a coward
Leave you mumbling like courage the cowardly dog
In the darkest of hours
Have some courage don't be so cowardly dawg
Kneel down and pray on some khumbaya my lord
But I think it's too late to empower you dawg
Just take the L and roll an L on your way to hell
And hopefully you reincarnate as a better man
If I die
Dont cry
Just hit my f*cking line
We talking till stars burn
I'll see you again
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Young sober nigga
At the function double cup the milk
Keep my shades on
I hate eye contact
Look at my outfit instead
I see dark mamacitas like my retinas dead
They downing hella margaritas
Treat the floor like a bed
RIP my big homie Reg
I can't believe that you're gone I feel your spirit in the air
You was the one that believe in me when nobody did
You probably chilling at the pearly gates puffing a square
Tell God I'm tryna make it
And I'm still at the bottom
Matter fact give him
The phone let me holla at him
Hello father it's me again
I know I'm drowning in sin
In these streets tryna make it
I pray I never give up
I'm a heartless artist I take the beat and rip it apart
I'm a starving artist I'm hoping that I really blow up
Everything is saucy
We playing Marvin Gaye on the farm
I'm not homophobic
I masturbate to lesbian porn
If I die
Dont cry
Just hit my f*cking line
We talking till stars burn
I'll see you again
Never in my life have I rolled with a gang
My shadows my only accomplice I'm moving alone
I'm a firm believer of god a righteous man
But don't ask me bout the Bible
I'm not a fan
I'm come in peace my nigga I'm never throwing hands
But F*ck my enemies and the niggas who's owe me Rand's
How many salaries you need to feed another man
How many calories you need to be the bigger man
Bigamist jumping from bitch to bitch he'll prolly die quick
Pussy is power
So powerful
It'll devour a coward
Leave you mumbling like courage the cowardly dog
In the darkest of hours
Have some courage don't be so cowardly dawg
Kneel down and pray on some khumbaya my lord
But I think it's too late to empower you dawg
Just take the L and roll an L on your way to hell
And hopefully you reincarnate as a better man
If I die
Dont cry
Just hit my f*cking line
We talking till stars burn
I'll see you again
At the function double cup the milk
Keep my shades on
I hate eye contact
Look at my outfit instead
I see dark mamacitas like my retinas dead
They downing hella margaritas
Treat the floor like a bed
RIP my big homie Reg
I can't believe that you're gone I feel your spirit in the air
You was the one that believe in me when nobody did
You probably chilling at the pearly gates puffing a square
Tell God I'm tryna make it
And I'm still at the bottom
Matter fact give him
The phone let me holla at him
Hello father it's me again
I know I'm drowning in sin
In these streets tryna make it
I pray I never give up
I'm a heartless artist I take the beat and rip it apart
I'm a starving artist I'm hoping that I really blow up
Everything is saucy
We playing Marvin Gaye on the farm
I'm not homophobic
I masturbate to lesbian porn
If I die
Dont cry
Just hit my f*cking line
We talking till stars burn
I'll see you again
Never in my life have I rolled with a gang
My shadows my only accomplice I'm moving alone
I'm a firm believer of god a righteous man
But don't ask me bout the Bible
I'm not a fan
I'm come in peace my nigga I'm never throwing hands
But F*ck my enemies and the niggas who's owe me Rand's
How many salaries you need to feed another man
How many calories you need to be the bigger man
Bigamist jumping from bitch to bitch he'll prolly die quick
Pussy is power
So powerful
It'll devour a coward
Leave you mumbling like courage the cowardly dog
In the darkest of hours
Have some courage don't be so cowardly dawg
Kneel down and pray on some khumbaya my lord
But I think it's too late to empower you dawg
Just take the L and roll an L on your way to hell
And hopefully you reincarnate as a better man
If I die
Dont cry
Just hit my f*cking line
We talking till stars burn
I'll see you again
Writer: Botshelo Motiang
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