Текст песни Bulawayo - Shaka

Yo it's a thin line between love and hate
Nothings fake
Let the pretty girls and then shut the gate
Another plate
Oh yeah And Now them dudes out there looking thirsty
Trash rappers make them bow make them curtsy
They throwing shots tryna diss me they can't hurt me
I'm god body dipped in gold like I'm Xerxes
Be cautious because now you're in the lens no Nikon
Way before Jaden I was living like an icon
Pick your favorite rapper out ain't no pen like mine
I was in the Saab bumping Versace python
Your girl peeped king she approached the throne
Made her feel it in her body like Osmosis Jones
The jokers home
Gladiator supposed to Rome
Respect the legends in the game and I'm gonna hold my own
Cream of the crop
Haters they be dreaming I stop
I need a beat to rip please now believe it or not
I need that Chevy big block
All gold prezy with no tic toc
Heavy metal banging like it's slip knot
This only the intro yeah I'm going bonkers
Turbo diesel F550 it's a monster
A nigga doing backstrokes in Lake Minnetonka
In prince purple suit I'll be looking like Willy Wonka
This is hip hop but I don't rock a back pack
Pull up in the big body jag that's the fat cat
You times are crazy when this country miss Obama
Know a crazy shooter she be hoping for drama
She Cherokee and Samoan that's PocahonaMoanna
I'm spitting this shit
Gripping the fifth
Flick of the wrist so sick
I even swish when I miss
No chips in the disk
This is a gift
Like chicks with the hips
I'm in the booth snapping like I'm sick of the shit
For bringing real rap back I know some people gone thank me
I'm bout to set it off because I need this money Frankie
I got a monster on my back I'm in the belly of the beast
This Kenetic, Kushite, Moorish Science type vibing
Talking Bare foot in the jungle meditating with Shaman
My bros be like chill out Shak stop wildin
You making dudes struggle the way you be top rhyming
They say I'm too aggressive with raps it ain't my fault though
I'm half dog half timber wolf call me Balto
Head hunting knocking off rappers for the top spot
Put the work in cook it slow that's a crock pot
I want an M6 gloss black and a drop top
Stunting on em ghost ride the whip then I hop scotch
COOLAve number running up like a stop watch
Ask ya girl busting in her mouth like some pop rocks
This shit gone have me scuba diving next to flounder
My flow sweeter than a Mayweather pull counter
She super with fine with a lot of cake Ima pound her
White girl make it disappear Debby Downer
When they heard COOLAve oh yeah they sent Shade
Did time they called you inmate but they meant slave
Me and my bros we was working until the rent's paid
Exotic cars gradient paint temp fade
COOLAve the real deal we ain't never been fake
We ain't out here lying about pedaling weight
Ima keep grinding til I'm better than Great
Just remember it's a thin line between love and the hate