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He was fourteen playing outside
Thinking about forties when he was nine
Gotta get a bag that was on his mind
Gotta feed the fam, that's the reason he grinds
Gotta stay positive
Nah the struggle cannot finish him
Huh
He keeps it jacked in that billie jeans
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
His own Demons they're afraid of him
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
I gotta story, not about me
Let's get that out the way
Incase anyone thinks
I gotta list of awful things
The manskap will do if pushed to the brink
He was just tryna survive and fit in
Eight years old when he lost his friend
He made a pack that he would succeed
Had to be a pawn before he could be a King
Yonge indo inge mali
Fingers turned blue as he was counting
She knew she bad she could not help it
Bag too big to trust an accountant
In all this liquor they were drowning
Still investing in public housing
City of Good hope, gotta stay ready
Brasse vannie Kaap is'ie vir spiel'ie
He was fourteen playing outside
Thinking about forties when he was nine
Gotta get a bag that was on his mind
Gotta feed the fam, that's the reason he grinds
Gotta stay positive
Nah the struggle cannot finish him
Huh
He keeps it jacked in that billie jeans
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
His own Demons they're afraid of him
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
He fifteen locked inside
Better not play with him
He got murder on his mind
Fock the enemies
Hundred kush stay skyfied
Bad bitches like Gaga
French kish I'm like voila
She just wanna Bamba
Cause I'm a big boy like Shaka
He was eighteen in the tronk
Doing that standertjies
Yeah Kapadien roll that joint
That's what they're telling me
You all talk
This is life experience
Guess I'm that type of genius
I will strike Adidas
Just do it like Nike sneakers
Puto Preto you can't ride with us
He was fourteen playing outside
Thinking about forties when he was nine
Gotta get a bag that was on his mind
Gotta feed the fam, that's the reason he grinds
Gotta stay positive
Nah the struggle cannot finish him
Huh
He keeps it jacked in that billie jeans
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
His own Demons they're afraid of him
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
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He was fourteen playing outside
Thinking about forties when he was nine
Gotta get a bag that was on his mind
Gotta feed the fam, that's the reason he grinds
Gotta stay positive
Nah the struggle cannot finish him
Huh
He keeps it jacked in that billie jeans
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
His own Demons they're afraid of him
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
I gotta story, not about me
Let's get that out the way
Incase anyone thinks
I gotta list of awful things
The manskap will do if pushed to the brink
He was just tryna survive and fit in
Eight years old when he lost his friend
He made a pack that he would succeed
Had to be a pawn before he could be a King
Yonge indo inge mali
Fingers turned blue as he was counting
She knew she bad she could not help it
Bag too big to trust an accountant
In all this liquor they were drowning
Still investing in public housing
City of Good hope, gotta stay ready
Brasse vannie Kaap is'ie vir spiel'ie
He was fourteen playing outside
Thinking about forties when he was nine
Gotta get a bag that was on his mind
Gotta feed the fam, that's the reason he grinds
Gotta stay positive
Nah the struggle cannot finish him
Huh
He keeps it jacked in that billie jeans
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
His own Demons they're afraid of him
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
He fifteen locked inside
Better not play with him
He got murder on his mind
Fock the enemies
Hundred kush stay skyfied
Bad bitches like Gaga
French kish I'm like voila
She just wanna Bamba
Cause I'm a big boy like Shaka
He was eighteen in the tronk
Doing that standertjies
Yeah Kapadien roll that joint
That's what they're telling me
You all talk
This is life experience
Guess I'm that type of genius
I will strike Adidas
Just do it like Nike sneakers
Puto Preto you can't ride with us
He was fourteen playing outside
Thinking about forties when he was nine
Gotta get a bag that was on his mind
Gotta feed the fam, that's the reason he grinds
Gotta stay positive
Nah the struggle cannot finish him
Huh
He keeps it jacked in that billie jeans
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
His own Demons they're afraid of him
Ready To Dance On His Enemies
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Writer: Jerome Congolo, Keanu Daniels
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