Lyrics Magriza - AKA

Run that ting back boy, run that ting again
Boy boy better get out a wave
In a killer ting chat now (we wanna rave)
Bring out you, with that bass

I'm too connected too well respected
Bitches hanging up all my posters with the prestik
If I do 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 a pedestrian

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 the whack place, niggas got bad taste
Tryna give me handshakes, I don't ever feel them (back)

Champagne give me toothache (toothache)
Bruce Wayne in the Coupe (coupe)
You niggas trapping on a Tuesday (Tuesday)
I hit the stew and hit the Duvet
Birds 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
Cash stealing
We 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 blood clout stay in your lane
Rude boy 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, yeah

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
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 lawns
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, yeah

I'm 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
Cash stealing
We 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 blood clout stay in your lane
Rude boy 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

NAh, ten year veteran, hah
The best, that's evident
Even as a freshman I deaded them
But then again these gentlemen I light, Thomas Edison

Boy I got plenty rings
Had to give one to this hot melanin
It ain't a thing, I came from Buddabing
So Will Smith never taught me what independence is
I'm from the era of the genesis
Designer raps, fuck your measurements
Som tshela uSis to tell you what a fetish is
So I can finesse it and finish it at the Radisson

Boy I make pretty money
Handsome 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

To the niggas out stylin'
Profiling
Limousine riding
Jet flying
Cash stealing
We 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 blood clout stay in your lane
Rude boy 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, ey