Part i
It's not a diss song it’s a real song
I love money so much, her name got 2 g's
Like gucci, cut from the same cloth, 2 piece
2 peas in the pot, ngapha istof' siku 6
I call that dope on dope nje ngama moonsticks/
Fuck with us, your family gone need mothusi/
Have your crew sing, “as’phelelanga” like vusi/
Fuck ya top 5, just give me ya top 2 please/
Send them to me, and im sending them back as groupie/
Buza izinja zegame, hubane imbuzi
Cause i came in the game, i left, ngabuya futhi
You can call me mfundi vundla with the music
Difference is, i gotta little green like blue cheese
One thing for sure, i handle my lawyer fees
Cause my royalties prove ya nigga lack loyalty/
Tell em i dont lego, don't ever toy with me/
Im have you bended knees, like boys to men/
Problem is ya niggas do the most to get the riches/
Ya'll be treating all these tracks like it's cash in transit/
This why these younging are moving with little passion/
They feeling like slaves because dont be owning masters/
Thats why it's pointless to be a rapping god cause, unfortunately my daughter called me an absent father/
So it doesn't really matter what you niggas calling/
What matters more is my daughter answering when im calling
I just wanna talk/ and tell her that i'm really sorry/
I was too absorbed by challenges and problems/
Plus i never wanted her to see me at the bottom/
When all she wanted was her father to be there regardless/
Didn't help that i was also beefing with her momma/
I shoulda put all of that shit aside and showed up for her/
Not forgetting her brother, what an excellent scholar/
Top goal scorer still ain’t seen him playing soccer/
Damn! now thats another broken promise/
-busy writing songs, when i should be right my wrongs cause/ the point of all this, was to be great for all my kids/
Instead of dealing with groetmans that act like kids/
How he asking for a fights when he ask for forgiveness/
Toxic masculinity turned niggas to bitch niggas/
You aught be greatful i even graced you with my presence/
I had to lower my standard just to come and teach a lesson/
You should be reflecting, learning and self correcting/
Instead you let your ego drive you into an obsession/
Tryina prove that you a better man which i don’t get cause/
All you do is sit and gossip all day like a bitch does/
I feel sorry for any woman that fucks you/
And everyone who has to call you daddy when we sonned you/
Tell mcgyver run my check cause i done seen the views/
We done took the life outta ya piano pulse/
Part ii
Ghandi square, bassline, horror cafe, mind your head/
Slaghuis, splash jam, forefront, i was there/
Party people, pop bottles, back to the city, shit/
Where was you when kol was koolin out at kitcheners/
Someone call bad boy t, lee and sanza quick/
Get simone harris and fungayi to vet the shit/
Better yet, call siz and ccoop, i insist because then you'll get the sense of why i shouldn’t still exist in this
I used to freetsyle with adonis and hymphatic tabz/
Now i'm sipping don julio with shakes & les/
Still break a sweat to make this bread/
I even played with monsters, till red bull came and gave me wings/
From the underground to sync deals with vodacom/
Ngoba ngathi nthanda uk'nyatsa abantu maba hamba phantsi/
I just hope all of my number 1 were loud enough/
Cause nowadays my body language is money talks/