[Intro]
Yeah
You wanna know how to make it in the city, right
Loopsta
Youngsta
Skyy

[Chorus]
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Bless my hustle
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Bless my hustle
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I was in the city like, yeah aw yeah
I was in the city like, yeah straight up
I was in the city like, aw yeah aw yeah
I was in the city like, yeah straight up

[Verse 1]
I was in the city where they shooting at
And I’m the Kaapstad sewer rat
I’m just waiting until the day they let Jacob Zuma rap
In the wild west living with the cow girl
Collecting paper in the street we the council
There’s racism still but you know the drill
Cause when it comes to the till we want just under a mill
My brasse smuggling pills and they don’t do it for thrills
They were abandoned by Helen Zille and Patricia De Lille
Nai I am not ashamed to call them by their name
Cause I’m running through the city like the water in the drain
And shout out to the prisoners who’s waiting for the visitors
Who never got assisted by the police and the ministers
I grew up with the criminals never sat on the high horse
The things I saw bra you could die for
You a cyborg snitching on the crime lords
At the high court meanwhile
[Chorus]
I was in the city like, yeah aw yeah
I was in the city like, yeah straight up
I was in the city like, yeah aw yeah
I was in the city like, yeah straight up

[Verse 2]
I was in the city like the taxi drivers
And the cracks with spiders
And the stray dogs pissing on the fire hydrants
Economic instability and social unrest
Locals get less, give the best to the guest
The city’s so clean yet the ghetto’s in a mess
Document the west live and direct
There’s homies from Jozi and Pretoria
Who still can’t get this Kaapstad formula
We mischievous and much naughtier
A diagnosis as sickening as nausea
We got you shaking like jelly
I’m the goat call me billy
The era that we live in is like a Century City
But we’ve never been soft
You thinking in a box
I’m the underground jewel cut from a different cloth
Born in a sell on the cape shore
Like a shell around buildings with stories to tell
You could smell where the rats live
We being held captive
I know a lot of gangsters who’s still very active
You can hear a gunshot waiting at the bus stop
Learn the hard way you’ll get a stray in your lunch box
I saw 25 I deserve to celebrate
The school of hard knocks most won’t graduate
It’s real talk no fake or exaggerate
This happens in the city on a average day
The city never deactivates
Don’t act like I never told ya
You not even wys
Don’t act like I never told ya
You not even wys
Don’t act like I never told ya
You not even wys
You not even wys
Don’t act like I never told ya
You not even wys
You not even wys
You not even wys
[Chorus]
[?]
Bless my hustle
[?]
Bless my hustle
[?]
I was in the city like yeah aw yeah
I was in the city like yeah
Straight up
I was in the city like aw yeah aw yeah
I was in the city like yeah
Straight up