[Intro] Hom Salute ma se kint Ja, if they can lie to you then they can steal from you, my bru If they can steal from you, they can kill you
[Verse] It’s not my fault I was born into this fucked up world Not sure how to fix this Baby, maybe I can ease your pain just a little bit Yo I got the cure for sickness Got the ill hardware guaranteed to take away your pain One hit, bwah, you addicted Pure uncut straight from the muddafukin' source, kid This shit will fuck you up Had to disappear for a while, shit got a lil' hot Guess who’s back on the block Mr. Big Stuff laid back in the cut One hand on the burner one hand on the Glock Everyday it’s war on the streets One lil' slip bring a whole lotta heat Stay woke, your boy getting raw on the beat Don’t sleep, zef soldiers on da creep Let’s ride, I got your fix baby, yo, you wanna get high? Get you anything you need on da zefside Just trying to live my muddafukin' best life Loved by many, hated by few Cos I’m scandalous Too real, fake people can’t handle us Operate from Africa to Los Angeles Slanging hot product what shut up nwata One little, two little, three little zeflingz Flexing customers texting 123tjie glowing in the dark, soos n fietjie I can see you but you can’t see me Fun time on the frontline bra passop virrie 1time Wat kind scurrel tot die sunshine Fuck I’m in too deep, stay woke, don’t sleep Zef soldiers on the creepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
