[Chorus: Sipho The Gift]
I'ma just need an advance on that cheque, okay?
Slow down and give ’em a chance just to pass, no way! (Yeah-yeah!)
I got somethin' in the bag, just relax, okay? (Sipho The Gift)
They might think this happened fast, so it's gas, no way

[Verse 1: Sipho The Gift]
Please don’t give me stress, I need love and relief ('Lief)
I work so damn hard, I need neck then I sleep (Sleep)
Pretty dark n***a, I need handsome receipts
And I smile so much, I need gold on my teeth
Ooh, I'm such a gentlemen
Now check the etiquette
And when you pay me, do it slowly like it's dеlicate
And I can tell they only want mе for the benefits
'Cause when they see is when they know me like a relative
Thankful for the ones that held me down, hella patient ayy
They're the ones that keep me off the ground, elevated ayy
Thankful for the woman that I found, glad I waited ayy
Glad I turned out better than...
I'm in the frontline in this drumline
When it's crunch time I eat
It could be fun time but at lunch time if you touch mine I beep
I’m in a lane (I’m in the air)
Hop on a plane (Chasin' a bag)
There is no way (Comin’ at last)
If you're in my way (Cut you in half)
Now look at the growth
I gave it a go with limited chances
You never do know
Where it could go, now look at the status
Now I'm sittin' on gold, not lettin’ it go, I'm never relaxin'
Wherever I go, they always salute, that's love from the masses
You could tell the truth, I'm really who you wanna be
Used to be the one they really never wanna see
Now they come to me when they're lookin' for gems and keys
Had to link with CPT for the streets 'cause it's key, ayy
And if you wanna talk to me
[Chorus: Sipho The Gift]
I'ma just need an advance on that cheque, okay?
Slow down and give 'em a chance just to pass, no way!
I got somethin' in the bag, just relax, okay?
They might think this happened fast, so it's gas, no way

[Verse 2: Youngsta CPT]
Look at the work I've put in the game and now it's paying off
Gangsters wat praat en skinner, dis julle wat lyn los
Indigenous lyricist, protect me at all costs, I am fynbos
On the tracks, battling stallions, I'm a race horse
When it come to lyrics and business, I see inverted commas
Street credit on a hundred, type that G could make deposits
If it don't make sense and it don't make rands, then it definitely won't make dollars
Or the profits
Spell that CPT and send me the e-wallet
Yeah, I go, don't make me stop
Gate keepers, I'ma break that lock
I am the greatest you came across
Fuck you and your label boss
You can't jam with apricot
Lock and gas, I spray the NOS
Then the dentist gave me floss
I'm talented like Jamie Foxx
I can sing, rap, and I act mad
Slap you with that backhand
De Caprio and Tom Hanks, catch me if you can like I was Pacman
Kiss, kiss, bang, bang
Kush kilos and hash grams
Y-Gen 'til the end of time and I put that on my gang, gang
So if you pay me, major labels can't persuade me
When I said that things take time and I been doing it for a tydtjie
Read the fine print and between the lines of what was stipulated
I've been grinding independent since when I matriculated
You try to find my recipe and use the same chef
But all the ingredients on my plate stay fresh
I now what's uncommon doesn't always make sense
But I will never sell my respect for a fuckin' pay cheque
But if I was going for money, I'd walk in the record company and say
[Chorus: Sipho The Gift]
I might just need an advance on that cheque, okay?
Slow down and give 'em a chance just to pass, no way
I got somethin' in the bag, just relax, okay?

[Outro: Sipho The Gift]
Had to link with CPT for the streets 'cause it's key
Had to link with CPT for the
Had to link with CPT for the streets 'cause it's key
Ayy
And if you wanna talk to me
Had to link with CPT for the streets 'cause it's key