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Al-bum Cino
H' & Them
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Yeah
Two years in isolation
My mental is under pressure
Understand that I can
Only be tuff when I'm on the line
And when I'm on the mic
This therapy for the time
This the problem with people I never like (yeah)
I'm sick and I'm mad at it
This government money ain't doing nothing
I'm sick of of it
This paper I'm getting from selling music
Is sickening
The type to avoiding it
Gentlemen let's be serious
I'm telling my bros to leave the hoes
I'm celibate
Till I solemnly earn the title "celebrity"
And then maybe I'll get me a spouse
Put down a mill for a house
Get me a corner for praying
And settle in like a mouse
Work for the cheese till it work for me
And I'm done with the clout
Special as parmesean
Pardon mine
I just know I'll be fine
Work for the man with my family
Getting mana from clouds
Then I'll be in and be out
Empowering younger niggas
Who wanna see through the sound
(Sound sound sound sound)
Ayo Naho where the love at
You see when I say that you my nigga
You always hit back
Too busy for the man it's whatever
Rof bout to call back
And Matty sent me some words of attraction
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Hemtha!
Yeah
You wanna put dirt on my name
But instantly dapping me
I hate that
Go burry yourself, no?
Look at me funny insecurities
Gone result in some you and me
Fatally making music that's pacing me
To be blatantly truthful and just so
They can see maybe we take some vacancies
So we can make the peace
Get a piece saying
Jesus can wash away all the sin from me
Pay the debt 'fore the preacher see
You been lacking contingencies
Double up for the frequency
Pray for thee I been taking it
I'm talking "ABC"
Let me speak for the young in me
Taking in for the blasphemy
How many niggas blast for me
Die for me, too impossible
And that's the scripture my nigga
Go tell your hommies to figure out their mentality
Better than killing silently
I'm tryna tell all you niggas that this is January
The J in Jazz be for January
The A be for nothing really
The Z for the double cheese that I'm bring in
Stuttering for money my pocket change going
(Ki ki ki ki)
I'm living my life and saving my soul
And getting a goal
The young king coming back
I'm saying please
They say they feeling me often
With each song
Filet mignon ๏ฟผ
Bon appetit
Nda tshi mu vhona per titty
I don't really like to speak about what's in the sheets
Nda ndo di zwi pfa upfi she don't like it
She don't like it
She don't like it
She don't like it
She only like the TLC
Habe hupfi nga half past ni vhe ni tsini no swika
Fola thi stocksi musi ndi tshi vhofha
Pull o humbela nthihi
Nda ndo vhofha ya slim
Thi andani na u dahisa
Hu to te vho thi koni u dzima
Tshanda thi tshi takadziwa
Nga u vha tshi kho tanzwa tshinwe
Spazani tshanga ya da yo fasa
Ni nga si do wana tshintshi
Ni do vaya no halifha
Ni do zwivhona uri no fhuriwa
Habe thi ni ofhi
Ende ndo ita nga khole
No humbula u ita mini
Ndo thefula damu luvhili
I foresee zwa phanda
Ni do pfa unga ni na time machine
Nda to tsima plaka ni do to lala maswiswini
Ni nothe
Ni do lalela luvhondo
Dzi nga si de khofhe
Hemtha!
(Ahhhh)
Yeah
Nda pfa hu tshi nga zwi kho konda ndi ya kha ramakole
Habe zwi na tshilidzi tsha mudzimu
Ahuna uri ndi si kone (aye)
Ahuna uri ndi si kone
Tshanga ndi tshanga
Tshanu zwi ngasi fane
Ndi mikovhe (mhh)
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Hemtha!
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