Текст песни Pick It Up - Thato Saul

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up
Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone
Hit my phone, hi
Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up
Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone
(Ntshware ka phone, yeah)

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up
Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone
Hit my phone, hi
Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up
Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone
(Ntshware ka phone, yeah)

A true conversation with the homie listen
He told me life is a mission you gotta eat bread and go cop you a pot to piss in
I know we homies we politic right on the corner we flirt with danger we kissing
I gotta wake up and get me a bag I make sure that I'm catching a nigga slipping
Armed robbery what I specialize in it be easy as pie gotta open your eye
Byor wena o ntjaka you know when the paper get low get a plan then you gotta go ride
I got a family to feed no accepting defeat get my gun and I pray to the sky
Lil conversation with God before I do my thing and I know you prolly thinking why
When I'm robbing any nigga
I take any car any figure
I pray that they give it up easy dont be Superman and be throwing a fit up
Dont really like pulling the trigger
Even though that shit dont make me shiver
Give up the keys and give up the moneys
I be praying to God dont make me pull the trigger
Dont really like being that nigga

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up
Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone
Hit my phone, hi
Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up
Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone
(Ntshware ka phone, yeah)

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up
Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone
Hit my phone, hi

A true conversation with the homie listen
Told me he got a lil vision for brighter tomorrow but for now the sun is missing
Gotta keep serving these junkies
You know this my corner gotta get the bag
Get me a plan
The shit aint so bad
Other than being arrested by the man
I got a daughter need food in her stomach
You know you my nigga I'm going through this
Baby mama tripping SAPS tripping the hood really tripping I'm going through this
You know I'm beefing with this other nigga remember the day when he even pulled up
I heard he got him a pistol I know he's bitch
And I'm doubting he ever could dump
But lately I am really thinking about it
This shits turning into a mountain
My hustle gets me a lil bag but one day
I really will get me all up out it
Thinking about finishing school
I wonder do you think its cool
Before I go back to jail or even worse end up dead with nothing to prove
Thats something thats deep in my roof

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up
Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone
Hit my phone, hi
Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up
Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone
(Ntshware ka phone, yeah)

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up
Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone
Hit my phone, hi
Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up
Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone
(Ntshware ka phone, yeah)