[Intro: Ginger Trill]
Uh huh
Uh

[Verse 1: Ginger Trill]
It ain't hard for me to keep cool
Minus 2 degrees like igloo
I been to hell and back in all black and my ski boots
You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
I'm still fly without a meat-suit
Jumpin' out the plane without a P-shute
Sky is the limit, stay low and just keep shootin'
Slidin' on the opps
All you boys need to regroup
Never had it easy, now I make it look sweet tooth
Make it look Breezy how I'm dancin' on each loop
Fountain of the youth, where I found all the jewels
Profound to a fluke
He broke down and called a truce
Need to slow it down
You listenin' to the sounds of the truth
And what go around is comin' back around in the future
Quickest drawer at the showdown
I brought enough smoke to turn a city to a ghost town
I'm who they call GOAT
Really Him be the pronouns
The Lord of all dope (Of all dope)
[Chorus: Ginger Trill, ZuluMecca, Ginger Trill & ZuluMecca]
I ride for my matjala, I don't switch sides (Uh)
I ride for matjala, I don't switch sides
It ain't hard for me to keep cool (Uh)
I ride for my matjala, I don't switch sides (Uh)
Man, fuck a top five, we want the big five (Mecca)

[Verse 2: ZuluMecca]
Uh
All I, know is destruction, brother
Holdin' my cup up with the, hopes of my mother
I just, know that she wanted
A doctor or close to it
A prof with the most schoolin'
But her daughter wasn't ever no student
I rooted for villains in films
Pin-striped suits, sniffin' thin white cues
My mid-night blues don't hit right
My bitch might croon
They threw the book right at the crooks I used to look up to
But by the book, don't buy the look
We do what we must do, ayy
No ill-intention, just bill-collectin' and wilful measures
Don't kill for pleasure but disrespect is swiftly dealt with
If livin' better until we perish still the objective
A ten percent is a bit of leverage to get to heaven
So while I'm here, I don't rest or lie on my laurels
If not for prize, It's for profit
If not for mind, we don't bother with it
Forgot your morals for pretty pennies and pinky promises
Cough up your joke and swallow your losses when gods are spittin'
[Chorus: Ginger Trill]
I ride for my matjala, I don't switch sides (Uh)
I ride for my matjala, I don't switch sides (Uh)
I ride for my matjala, I don't switch sides (Uh)
It ain't hard for me to keep cool (Uh)
Man, fuck a top five, we want the big five

[Outro-Skit: Vaughn Thiel]
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