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