Текст песни MS2 - K.O

Mic check can you hear me
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Jo, this niggas can't see me
1-2, can you hear me
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Ooooh
I got them all up in them feelings
What the fuck you gonna tell us
What the fuck you gonna tell us
Oh you mad
You jealous
What the fuck you gonna tell us, huh
What the fuck you gonna tell us
Oh you mad
You jealous
Money, power, respect
Is what I really want
Is all I really want, really want yeah
Khawuleeeth' umshini wam

2017 the jig is up
You need to play a little different boy the jig is up
That's how the game goes I never change though
Same old K.O. flow still the only thing that's switching up
Guess whose back up in the kitchen with an apron
Whipping up a storm for the streets
Listen up
All you rappers can order and eat Bon appettite
Yall get a piece of these Ls I'm dishing up
Funuphil' impilw' esharp, ngfun' uphil' impil' esharp
Playing the property game pushing my figures up
When you on top of the game they try to finish ya
K.O. Makaveli The Don I'mma hit em up
I don't give a fuck
I know my catalog with shut em niggas up
Put me on any beat I'mma rip it up
I see you tryna get your riches up, boy
But you need to get your lyrics up, boy
I just wanna live it up while I'm making sure I give a cut
Of fucking every single guap coming in
To my whole La Familia
La Familia
Mr Swagger of The Season

Mic check can you hear me
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Jo, these niggas can't see me
1-2, can you hear me
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Oooooh
I got them all up in them feelings
What the fuck you gonna tell us
What the fuck you gonna tell us
Oh you mad
You jealous
What the fuck you gonna tell us, huh
What the fuck you gonna tell us
Oh you mad
You jealous
Money power respect
Is, what I really want
Is all I really want, really want yeah
Khawuleeeth' umshini wam

Everybody is platinum and everybody is gold now
One hot record and everybody is a GOAT now
Wait
Are they some ARVs, Cocaine,
Marijuana or Super Glue cause everybody is dope now
Oh my oh my, I'm laughing at you rappers lying to the people
That's a shot from a 9 millimeter
Never had to tell a lie cause my grind so official
I make the type of records that will put you in the mood
Those SA rhythms that will move you with the groove
Bass bussin out the woofers in the coupe
I just dropped the long awaited
Second album numbers shooting up the roof
Skhanda god mar' ungenzani
Skhanda god Mar' ungenzani
We ain't see this shit coming
Got your girl giving up the pussy for some quick money
She can let the nigga hit
But she ain't getting shit from me

Mic check can you hear me
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Jo, these niggas can't see me
1-2, can you hear me
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Ooooh
I got them all up in them feelings
What the fuck you gonna tell us
What the fuck you gonna tell us
Oh you mad
You jealous
What the fuck you gonna tell us, huh?
What the fuck you gonna tell us?
Oh you mad
You jealous
Money power respect
Is, what I really want
Is all I really want, really want yeah
Khawuleeeth' umshini wam

True killer for sure
I'm a true killer for sure
Not even trying to be cocky but my pull bigger than yours
The coupe's bigger than yours
The crew's streeter than yours
Totally happy to show you the true meaning of war
Flexing my powers just to show em whose really the boss
Skhanda Republic yeah we showed em whose bringing the sauce
I move slicker than yall
Now what the fuck you gonna tell us huh
Oh you mad
You jealous
I did it for the culture rooting
Cheering for y'all
But then again you dealing with human
Beings after all and you bound to get burnt
All you got to do is even the score
Special thanks to you and you for teaching the boy
Your new shit is manure
And I can tell you got a bunch of
Yes men up in the stu' when you record
Your crew is the reason you falling off
Fuck you gon tell us, huh
Oh you mad
You jealous