786 YoungstaCPT

Youngsta
Ya

[Verse 1]
Sands through the hourglass, so the days of our life's past
With our counterparts and in this life you make decisions based without your heart
You just add to cart, I split your arm apart with paragraphs
These are the drafts of my deep thoughts
Soul food, three course, now take one for the team sport
You praying for a peace cor
Ma watte peace
I really love my niece like my own child
The mothercity is my hometown
So am I different, what do I have to offer
Whatever doesn’t kill me makes me smarter
Stronger, sharper than a barber’s blade
Mobile cutz, snyery, dreadlocks or braids
Voice of the Cape up to Mitchells plain promenade
Not the one in Sea Point where they rollerblade
And masquerade on the Grand Parade
I almost got robbed by the 28’s
But somehow I get respect from these heavyweights
The Cape is time bomb and it’s ready to detonate
It may be safer for the residents to immigrate
You intimidated by the white man
But your rifle’s on the nightstand
Kaapstad boy band, we represent the khoisan
Rest in peace to Jaak
We doing it for Westbury and Eldorado Park
I know that the music seems Kaapstad exclusive
Your hood will be included coz we are undisputed
Changing from my auntie’s soapies to the cartoons
I wasn’t tall enough to see over the barstool
And now every hit that I shoot is a harpoon
It’s like playing spin the bottle in a dark room
You smoking boem but you have to go to Mosque soon
You wear a fez on your head as part of a costume
I’m not lecturing you coz I do the wrongs too
But it’s nog 786 when I’m eating half moons ya