[Intro: Tyson Sybateli]
Maka akhona ho draya lefatshe lelotlhe, nnete esa bofa ditlhako!
We should put ourselves on the internet
We can do that
People would love that, It's the thing now

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 1]
Yеah
A true conversation with the homiе 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 kissin'
I gotta wake up and get me a bag I make sure that I'm catchin' a n***a slippin'
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 acceptin' defeat, get my gun then I pray to the sky
Lil conversation with God before I do my thing and I know you prolly thinkin' "Why?"
When I'm robbin' any n***a, I take any car, any figure
I pray that they give it up easy don't be Superman and be throwin' a fit up
Don't really like pullin' the trigger, even though that shit don't make me shiver
Give up the keys and give up the monies
I be prayin' to God, don't make me pull the trigger
Don't really like being that n***a, yeah
[Chorus]
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"

[Verse 2]
A true conversation with the homie listen
Told me he got a lil' vision for brighter tomorrow but for now the sun is missin'
Gotta keep servin' these junkies you know this my corner
Gotta get the bag, get me a plan
This shit ain't so bad, other than being arrested by the man
I got a daughter, need food in her stomach
You know you my n***a, I'm goin' through this
Baby mama trippin', SAPS trippin', the hood really trippin', I'm going through this
You know I'm beefin' with this other n***a, remember the day when he even pulled up
I heard he got him a pistol, I know he's bitch and I'm doubtin' he ever could dump
But lately I am really thinkin' about it, this shit is turning into a mountain
My hustle gets me a lil' bag but one day I really will get me all up out it
Thinkin' about finishin' school, I wonder, do you think it's cool?
Before I go back to jail or even worse, end up dead with nothin' to prove
That’s somethin' that’s deep in my roof
[Chorus]
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)