3. Brothers Freestyle

Jump Off

Prolly the most underrated
If you talking talent

Steady moving with the movement
Better check your balance

Last time checked
N***as still owing a balance

Making boss moves
No degrees can’t even manage

Not forgetting we speaking a different language

Highly blessed is how it feels to be Zambian

Tourist from the capital city where
Blacks and whites proudly sing out the Anthem

You tell me what’s realer than that
It’s a shamе n***as ain’t even real as thеre raps
I put the country on the continent
Cause we on the map

Better listen to me close
How I put them on wax

M’tozi c’wani
Mu’ zwile hande, x2

Sun bathe in the sun rays
A son raised, how a son raised

To be alone in the light
Surrounded by some dark days

I’m as cool as a fan
Ain’t even checking my fan page

Old school game
N***as stuck on the cartridge

It’s time to level up
Double backflips

Smoking heavy and I’m greedy like a fat kid
If you talking plain Jane
Better back it up like ads lips

Way before 21 I was a savage
Snitch n***as get stitches

Cruising down the highway
Traffic is hard to manage

Too much class
I make these rappers take breaks

They know I’m built for this shit
I ain’t gotta do what it takes

Money on my mind and a million Im trying to make

So why wait
II’m Audi till I cope the A8

Always been hungry
My stomach was vibrating

Father figures following fashion
Like stop the fake shit
Mind racing, I’m still in the basement

So every time I leave the house I see funeral faces

Where I’m from a n***a like me that’s very Rare

I seen it all and done it all cause I’ve been everywhere

I stay prepared
Feds doing a sweep see I’m well aware

Hoping I make it
Until 30 even in February

Locally international
They need a translator

This ain’t even up for debating
My minds greater

All these rats after my cheese
Watch me annihilate em

Asalamalechem
Money makes you basic

I been the shit like I’m constantly constipated

Undisputed intellect Africans motivated

My Motorola was full of haters
Until I flipped the script

I overcharged, even my phone on a 102 percent

Even the holiest man
Tempted by sin

Falls victim to the system
It ain’t hard to understand

One man army
But I’m marching with the bands

Boy I’m talking money I can put in your hands

Making money moves
The only thing we do

If I’m ever talking smack
It’s only in the Stu

I’m still trying to get verified
But the ticks is blue

You would not believe what’s happening in my neighborhood

N***as ignorant
Claiming they misunderstood

How you try secure a bag
You can’t afford no goods

Livingstoner in the city
I’m like Robbin Hood

I gotta stand for both sides
When it comes to a feud

These n***as mediocre
I’m never amused

When it comes to making music I never refuse

Don’t hate the player, hate the game
I can never be schooled

We the ones that never grew with no silver spoons

I would have never done no rap if I wasn’t legit

I know they know we on to something
It is what it is

I put my city on the map we really do it big

Sipping on that coolaid
But here we call it Zig
Y’dig

Outro