[Verse 1]
They be like: "Reece you say you're not, that's why you wake up late"
I tell em I was living my dream, hoping I don't awake
It's a crazy world I'm only sixteen, I can't even carry the weight
But you gotta believe on a thousand degrees, my n***as are here to stay
My city is the capital, it seem they come after you just for the number one spot
The damage is collateral it's understandable whom you ain't even hot
I'm breaking your [?],try and debate me
You won't even get it on luck
[?] there go the shot
There go the shot
They try to turn Khuli to Pac
Like it or not, it's similar, n***a
Yeah, vele [?]
Seven or young when I heard that news
That n***a was close to shot
'Cause it's worth the music
Losing a rapper to me is like losing your pops
Fuck a pendulum the pH scale is calibrated
Had the patience, bona nou
Shaking half the nation
I'm a deck of aces y'all a joke, shut your poker faces
I'ma check this space and now they got to know this seat is taken
I'ma check where's they TV
Before the halftime pressing ka speed
Remember when Baby Kay used to tell me that I would me it
And take her with me
Thought you were small, schema dimpintji
I'm at the top o ka se fiti
Ntwana what's wrong with you, ha ke itsi
[?]
Fuck, ditshele!
Mang le mang o tlo nkitsi
Who never think that I lost, my mom is struggling, bro
My pops ain't got a job, big bro is hustling hard
Little brother o tla phela monate
With the God, ke kopa forgiveness
'Cause the boy is making a killing
[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
It's been a coupl'a minutes, I'm feeling like I'm flyer
What are you gonna do about it?
I mean, no limit has ever been higher, homie
I'm a giant faded, no
Pass me the lighter so I can change the climate
Write a couple lines and rap till I'm tired
Ke khale ke bereka mo, ke ipatlela fela a breather, Joe
Kena le magange, wa itsi dintshang
So keep it on the low
[?] you faking it, homie, I know that you trying to be me
Couple of years in this industry
And it's me you n***as gon' pay to see
I can't wait for those [?]
Bet you Khuli Chana gon' keep us
That's the motive and a good reason
Get them n***as out of my way
Why this [?]
Focus on the paper all day
Here we on, we finna ball
We brushing all of you haters
Yeah, [?] they seat belts, [?]
Where my city scream help, I pop up like eat corn
Young n***a be pimping
[?] radar
Hell no, I ain't kidding
I'm doing this for my haters
Give em a smile, they already did
[?] free, no biggie
[?] besides it's all in their heads
You keep them real, they picky
Man, I ain't got no job
Can even take my children [?]
One day you gonna leave my ass
And come back when I get paid
Ke ya itsi one of the drills
So I'ma hustle till I die
And the day I get my [?]
[?] 'till I'm fly
Get a big house for my momma
And a new car for my pops
I'ma come home ka summer, just to show off my rocks