Lyrics The Finesse (feat. Riky Rick) - Kwesta , Riky Rick

Ey, foot on they neck
Ang'na nestress
Got the finesse, Scara Ngobese
Biz'umamakho azobon'umntanakhe
Asishaye inumber
Kuphakam'i dust, nawe uyazi

Sbali imali iyeza
And if they hating let them hate
I ain't worried 'bout it, its alright
Sobasakaza ngogesi
I run the game, no chains on but I'm still gon' shine
Set the city on fire
Real life baba no lie
Skap mara its alright

Awu ringe nam' autie, ang'sumngani wakho
Angimanamani ngi arrive, they should announce
Bathi nginenkinga I'm too nice to move a crowd
Batshele ngiyi super hero and uthando is my superpower
Kunjani igama uSenzo, Kwesta if you insist
I dont flex, there's no need ever since ndin'dle kay'six
My position on that list, they think I give a shit
Eish mpintshi askies instead of give it, I am it, little bitch
I am so far beyond Mozart evolved,
The God, from ukulala kwelasofa kumkholo
Kukhona ogolozayo
Awubonwa bhobhodlane
Thina siyayishov' ingolovane
Proudly Southaa indololwane
I feel like MJ
I feel like Pac
I feel like sensei, Mr Miagi
A ke dibatle, easy does it
Ntwana ang'bayekeli, ngiyabagaya

Ey, foot on they neck
Ang'na nestress
Got the finesse, Scara Ngobese
Biz'umamakho azobon'umntanakhe
Ashaye inumber
Kuphakam'i dust, nawe uyazi
Sbali imali iyeza
And if they hating let them hate
I ain't worried 'bout it, its alright
Sobasakaza ngogesi
I run the game, no chains on
But I'm still gon' shine
Set the city on fire
Real life baba no lie
Skap mara its alright

Ok, let's do it like this this
Rest in peace all my dead hommies
Streets was hungry I fed hommies
Picked it up I layed hommies
That's why I need my bread hommies
Beat knocker, Louis rocker, jacket looking
Chewie Bacca
Gang gang, pushing Prada, boss man set the conduct
No Wakanda, half these niggas smoking flakka
No wear condoms knowing we ain't got no doctors
Mess with me and I'll stretch you like Jujuman
Pretty nigga they love me like Duduzane
Get a verse and I promise you you'll be on
You know the saying a Venda man maak a plan
Act a fool cause paper money rules us
Textbooks fooled us, lower-class school sucks
Try to open eyes but its useless
If we don't give a fuck nigga who does?

Ey, foot on they neck
Ang'na nestress
Biz'umamakho azobon'umntanakhe
Ashaye inumber
Kuphakam'i dust, nawe uyazi

Sbali imali iyeza and if they hating let them hate
I ain't worried 'bout it its alright
Sobasakaza ngogesi
I run the game, no chains on
But ik still gon' shine
Set the city on fire
Real life baba no lie
Skap mara its alright