Part 1
[Intro]
Mic check, one-two, one-two
Wozobona, san

[Hook: Reason]
Tjela wonk' umuntu emataxini na semacorneni
Ngeke ngihlukane nekasi noma ngingaya e-Fourways
North life, pretty soft life, fede always
Ngeke ngihlukane nekasi noma ngingaya e-Fourways
Gucci drip, delela ne Samson ayi baxoleli
Ngeke ngihlukane nekasi noma ngingaya e-Fourways
Thina se ghetto fabulous, pull up in a [?] (Ngeke ngihlukane nekasi noma ngingaya e-Fourways)

[Verse: Moozlie]
I never drop the ball, I drop the vеrses
Moozlie push the pеn, they call the hearses
Y'all may be humbled, you no you shit ain't perfect
You know I'm friends with everyone that writes her verse
Yourself included, how dare you be so deluded
They know that they can't [?], they quick to jump to conclusions
Call them on the phone and they're quick to give you excuses
With every word you say my respect for your work reduces
Fuck is you saying? We walked so you could run
And all we did was show y'all love
But friends are forever changing, that's the way it goes
I guess it's true when they say true colours will always show
Talking that smack and I'ma go on attack
Don't act like we don't each other better than that
I wear the female rapper title like a three piece suit
Can't get the favour with us in the [?]
There's repercussions for actions so we expect more
Yeah, heard that before (Shout out to uncle Joe)
Fake n***as better learn now
I don't do the kiddie shit
I'm with the turn up, I stay on my biggie shit
Get on the mic and you know I fucking kill this shit
Sucker n***as tryna act like they don't feel this shit
Blasphemy no longer gets the pass from me
Thought that I was dead
Ngizo uvugela nga masimba like: "It's me again!"
Seng' buyile ke, asishe ke
I get better with every jab so, mak' nyiwe ke
Take your best shot, you know I'm hot
'Cause haters never take the time to talk about the n***as that's not
Just tell the truth, you know once dropped these rappers is dead
With every rhyme I spit, I empty out a clip on the head
With bullets of rage, fire that they can't replicate
I'm the semi automatic in the hands of John Wayne
Swagger dripping, Vodka sipping
Always on the winning team, I ball with the greats like I'm Scottie Pippen
I got mad ambition on the money making mission
With every move I'm making, I got these n***as wishing
That they was in my position
'Cause they don't even got a pot to piss in
So we're about it when we see the sneak dissing
Go to Twitter and you hear the snakes hissing
One thing your face see isthe devil grinning, disgusting
I could never trust em
So every time I see them I wanna beat em, I wanna bust em
And burn them, burry they're ashes
Send a lil' [?] to any one taking chances