Young OG B3nchMarQ

[Verse 1: TKay]
Told em that I'll die for my team
Got no time for no bitch
Back again in the sitch, and I ain't taking no pick
And if my nigga wants a bag, I'm finna break em a mix
Magang' ekasi hella high they finna die for a fix
You been a son of a bitch, I been a son of a king
I count the money with the fam, uyazi ntwana, azishe!
Abantwana tryna holla, tryna hop on my D
It ain't safe in the streets, gotta get me a piece
A single mother can raise a real man
Without you I ain't shit, you always made a plan
I got ten, eleven exes that can't get over me
'Cause they don't know no other main me
Nigga see, nigga eat 'cause I sacrificed
Now I'm grown up now I don't waste my time
The circle got small, settle no score, we ball
You got no soul, Mr Price shoes
Mr. Yes-man, nigga yes you (We ball)
Mr. Fuck-fam, nigga that's you (We ball)
Mr. I-got-paper that's a tissue (We ball)
They say I move slow, kante I'm a chess move
To reach this bar, you gonna need a bar stool
Can never make this money if you have a curfew
And when you sneeze the only time God bless you
Sky ain't the limit, you can be a star too