[Intro]
Ye bathi uGun boy!
Skroef. uMkhul' oshay' isbhamu [?] edrobeni
K'khala abelungu bathi "gun boy, gun boy"
Ngithi "heyi, ninga ngibizi ngama registration baf'wethu"
K'khala abelungu manje
We outchea
Siyaba f...
[Hook: Tshego]
I'm coming up like an elevator, elevator
Haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors
'Cause I'm coming up like an elevator, elevator
Haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors
[Verse 1: Nasty_C]
They feeling the vapors
I wonder what it means to hate to them
I wonder if they aspire to be the faker friends
But fuck it, it's a lifetime and a minute too late for them
I listen to the beats that were made for me like I'm made for them
I'm always grinding
I never pick up the telephone, I set the bar
I set the pace and I set the tone
I took them off, on every record they get me on
I'm a man of balance it's only right I get left alone
I reconcile with my father over some good food
He told me nothing could travel slower than good news
I never got the chance to make a mistake or a rookie move
My run up is a subject you motherfuckers should look into
My nigga made a silly move and it's breaking my heart
Makes me wonder if all his motives were fake from the start
I mean God's got a lot in store for me and I'm stacking up and I'm getting rid of whoever shaking the cart
I'm sorry I'm just looking out for my future kids
Not to say I'm not grateful for all the things that you did
I love you for being cool with me, practically moving in
If you're willing to fix yourself then I'll empty your room again
Trust me when I tell you it's never too late
It kills me how you just figured it's just better to hate
I bet it kills you when you realize I'm all about my paper
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming
Ye bathi uGun boy!
Skroef. uMkhul' oshay' isbhamu [?] edrobeni
K'khala abelungu bathi "gun boy, gun boy"
Ngithi "heyi, ninga ngibizi ngama registration baf'wethu"
K'khala abelungu manje
We outchea
Siyaba f...
[Hook: Tshego]
I'm coming up like an elevator, elevator
Haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors
'Cause I'm coming up like an elevator, elevator
Haters they feeling the vapors, they feeling the vapors
[Verse 1: Nasty_C]
They feeling the vapors
I wonder what it means to hate to them
I wonder if they aspire to be the faker friends
But fuck it, it's a lifetime and a minute too late for them
I listen to the beats that were made for me like I'm made for them
I'm always grinding
I never pick up the telephone, I set the bar
I set the pace and I set the tone
I took them off, on every record they get me on
I'm a man of balance it's only right I get left alone
I reconcile with my father over some good food
He told me nothing could travel slower than good news
I never got the chance to make a mistake or a rookie move
My run up is a subject you motherfuckers should look into
My nigga made a silly move and it's breaking my heart
Makes me wonder if all his motives were fake from the start
I mean God's got a lot in store for me and I'm stacking up and I'm getting rid of whoever shaking the cart
I'm sorry I'm just looking out for my future kids
Not to say I'm not grateful for all the things that you did
I love you for being cool with me, practically moving in
If you're willing to fix yourself then I'll empty your room again
Trust me when I tell you it's never too late
It kills me how you just figured it's just better to hate
I bet it kills you when you realize I'm all about my paper
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming
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