Burg Soash Part. 1

Thought I was capping when I said that I done seen it all Been it all, bumped fists with plugs and dealers who really deal it all My one sponsor a nigga who never move at all Whatever you might need best believe homie move it all Eight thirty five on the corner of fife i come alive Coz the block just might turn into Joburg But I'll arrive where I gots to alive I got some merch man I'm hot gotta move like it's your burg I'm just a burg nigga tryna get by, I mean do you blame me Street hustlers raised me If I was up for adoption guess who would claim me One oh nine hookers and weed niggas who pay me It's the seventeenth and your boy be mad broke And I'm unemployed I ain't on no pay roll Gots to make a buck before I duck and lay low Plus the image need some cash just to shine this halo Put me on my G, what you got Which block do you need a nigga on I ain't scared of no cops He said he had a bag that he had to move south to esigodini But it should have went emini Me I make a plan I'm like cool what's the move He's like vayi get your trans at Evelyn I'm like the youth bruh, all we want is jobs like Steven Against all odds add it up and get even He packs my bag Skyfs a vay I take a drag Then I'm off man it's either get zaffed or make a bag Got no time to humble brag eight k on my back So much bronco on me CIMAS wouldn't know how to act Yoh Fast forward Now the fit moving faster than my nut when I bust quick Driver got a bust lip talking shit that was toxic He said most niggas think they God but don't know he's agnostic Air con on on my mind ain't no conflict Ain't no Akon thoughts though I might be a convict If the car gets stopped at this road block Coz you know these military cops got like mad glocks Maybe how I'm moving be a little bit risky He must have read my thoughts coz he passed me the whisky We approach the zafs man I pray they don't frisk me I'm thinking bout my girl and the way that she kiss me Will she miss me If I ain't back in the burg I'm Tryna move to the burbs Either wheeling or dealing or spitting words I know a lot folk might think it's absurd To chase a bag this bad but this is life in the burg Nigga we outside And we just passed the toll gate Zafs could have brushed a young nigga like colgate But we had a bribe destiny be my soul mate I'm about to make a bag inflate my pockets like oh eight I get out the jap enter into another one I'm sitting at the back to swap a bag for another one Homie at the front grabs a stack and another one Then he lights a blunt and a vay and another one Then he looks at me gois a slap and another one Phaphama ntwana asizang zodlala, voetsek who sent you