[Verse 1: Maglera Doe Boy]
Yeah
Memoirs of you a young n***a
Dj Slique, Doe Boy
Injayam Volume two
By the stoep with the troops and we shining my n***a
Just like diamonds my n***a
African royalty linage my n***a
Pay homage my n***a
Dreams of Nubian designer my n***a
Yeah
That’s why I’m straight up designing my n***as
They ain’t seen crooked n***as get out the projects
Foreign thotties ko kasi they wanna party
But my n***as is trapping
Catching bodies so I’m sorry I’m AWOL I’m with the army
ONDE the G.A.N.G throw up the set for the dead homies harre kala
Kennel the G.A.N.G might pull up with 40
Thieves like it’s Ali Baba
At the telly with looters by the lobby
Moving that Whitney that’s the word to Bobby
Now we with the stars and it’s aligning
Guluva maneuvers check the design
Came from the dark that’s why we shine
Treating the corner like it’s the shrine
My doggy’s ain’t playing ain’t barking they bang
Came from the ghetto we make it divine
Gang
[Verse 2: Luhle Dikana]
But but but anyway my exit plan is, fuck the bad bitches
Get a 100 bands, I need jet skis and a lot of land
I need less beach and a lot of sand
I need less weed, just a little hash
I need real Jesus not a hologram
I need real booty on my Instagram I don’t need attention
I just want some ass cause
We, we could’ve just did it like pronto
Just heard my shit getting played in Toronto
Came with the family but they staying behind tho
I know what I know but it’s none of your business