[Intro: Thato Saul]
Yeah
Uh huh (Outta this world)
[Verse: Thato Saul]
No pad in my position, it got all flavours (All flavours)
The more of these writtens it becomes more favours
I need that little piece, shoot like Lebron Lakers
Don't make us feel so uneasy, even the law hates us (Law hate us)
Thug motivation, It feel like old Jeezy (Yeah)
Your tank is on E but you movin' on easy (Haha)
Niggas with attitudes, niggas like Weezy
What Weezy motivated me, shackles released me
Your fear of me eminates from the core (Core)
For every rhyme you soakin' up, I pour (Pour)
Move in the jungle then I report
When they click record, I may just empty up every store
For the victory score, I play in the sport
Where many niggas really just a bitch, you see it when they scorn
They may just double backed up the heat, your V neck's torn
Numbers on the tomb start to look like it's a tour
Days for many shows
When my niggas achin', It's the Black or the Henny flows
They tellin' me to always let it slip on the petty foes
She say she got a job, I'm disappointed that Betty blows
This is religion
A symbol based on flyin', He resemble a pigeon
I'm walkin' on glass just to reach a better vision
It was just food for thought, recreatin'' the kitchen
I was just wishin,' that you listen, yeah
Yeah
Uh huh (Outta this world)
[Verse: Thato Saul]
No pad in my position, it got all flavours (All flavours)
The more of these writtens it becomes more favours
I need that little piece, shoot like Lebron Lakers
Don't make us feel so uneasy, even the law hates us (Law hate us)
Thug motivation, It feel like old Jeezy (Yeah)
Your tank is on E but you movin' on easy (Haha)
Niggas with attitudes, niggas like Weezy
What Weezy motivated me, shackles released me
Your fear of me eminates from the core (Core)
For every rhyme you soakin' up, I pour (Pour)
Move in the jungle then I report
When they click record, I may just empty up every store
For the victory score, I play in the sport
Where many niggas really just a bitch, you see it when they scorn
They may just double backed up the heat, your V neck's torn
Numbers on the tomb start to look like it's a tour
Days for many shows
When my niggas achin', It's the Black or the Henny flows
They tellin' me to always let it slip on the petty foes
She say she got a job, I'm disappointed that Betty blows
This is religion
A symbol based on flyin', He resemble a pigeon
I'm walkin' on glass just to reach a better vision
It was just food for thought, recreatin'' the kitchen
I was just wishin,' that you listen, yeah
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